Some houses don't forget. Some love stories don't die. And some secrets... were never meant to be uncovered.
When 28-year-old documentary filmmaker Anaya Rathore returns to her ancestral haveli in Rajasthan for her grandmother’s death anniversary, she expects dust, rituals, and a few awkward family conversations. What she doesn’t expect is a sealed box, a set of forbidden love letters, and a name no one dares to speak: Aarav.
Inside the mansion's forgotten wing — the Rang Mahal, once famed for its vibrant murals and now locked for decades — Anaya finds a portrait on the wall. A woman in red. Eyes too lifelike. Watching.
The woman is her grandmother, Meera — who everyone claims died in childbirth.
But the mural tells another story.
As Anaya dives deeper, using her filmmaker’s instincts to uncover fragments of the past, she discovers that Meera was in love with a lower-caste artist, and that their relationship was violently torn apart under the guise of “family honor.” The truth was whitewashed — literally — hidden under paint, lies, and generational silence.
But that’s only the beginning.
Because the deeper she digs, the more she uncovers the truth about her own identity, a missing child, and a father who may not be who he claims to be. And at the center of it all, stands the Rang Mahal — a tomb of color, pain, and a love so fierce it refused to die quietly.
Now, Anaya must choose: walk away with the truth... or set fire to the legacy that raised her.