Eight schoolgirls, aged between 11 and 16, down from the hills for an once-in-a-lifetime historical tour of Agra, Fatehpur Sikri and Delhi, find their trip going horribly wrong when they drive into the capital on the day Indira Gandhi is assassinated. Kartar Singh, their rambunctious taxi driver is dragged out and killed by a mob in front of them. The girls flee, seeking refuge in the first suitable house they can find. A beautiful and apparently empty house, stuffed with frightening masks and an array of medieval weapons. But worse it’s a house that has been marked by the mobs, because it belongs to a Sikh millionaire.
Led by Puja, sixteen years old and struggling to remain her normal serene self in the face of one crisis after another (including the presence of a chicken thief in their midst) the girls settle down in a state of siege, hoping that the troubles will die down and they can go home. But all too soon the enemy is at the door and the girls must use all the wits, cunning and sheer guts at their disposal to keep him at bay. When all else fails, however, they (and especially Puja) are faced with taking a course of action none of them in their wildest dreams thought they would be capable of. For Puja especially it means entering a realm, which she really wishes she didn’t have to but knows that she had no choice but step into.