It has been sixty five years since India got independence from the british rule. Tina, a university student, loathes the subject 'history'. How different revolutionists and rebels came together to free the country... she doesn't care.
"Oh! Wow, another date to memorize... 5th October 1932, you guys signed a pact, but why the hell do I have to know that?"
One day, while flipping through the pages of an old boring history records in a library, she came across the portrait of Shera, the leader of the rebel force which existed a century ago. The guy in the picture was dashing and young. He stood out amongst the other revolutionaries.
"Who is he? An eye candy in the colonial rule? If I had born in his time, I would have married him." She had no idea how ironic her words were going to proved.
She became curious to know about him and ventured his life through the books that she had once hated. How he had sacrificed his life for the country in a young age? She fell in love with him to the point of filling her entire assignment, writing about him without any relevance to the subject.
"Tina, what's wrong with your assignment? Did you forget the subject?... I want you to make it all over again!"
To take a brief break from her studies, she went clubbing that night. While shaking her body on the beats there, she met a mysterious guy who had an insane resemblance with the martyr Shera. He was a party animal, a player, and everything that works as an opposite for a revolutionary figure. No one knows where he has come from, he disappears when he steps out of the club.
Is there a connection between two totally different guys who existed in different times?