I hate the rain...I hate it, hate it, hate it. But the rain cant stop me. No one
can…Ill go out and play tonight. I will kill only four. No more, no less. Just
four.
In the midst of one of the worst monsoons in Mumbai, a man is found brutally
murdered, his body posed like a kite on the tallest cell tower in the city. As
one corpse after another turns up in the unlikeliest of places, each gruesomely
killed and carefully arranged in a grotesque manner, the Mumbai Police realize
they have more on their hands than they can deal with. Enter