Eight panels of the Nine Ghats hang in a museum. The ninth has been missing for twenty-two years, and on Ashtami night it goes under the hammer for eleven crore.

Ishani Mallick can paint any century she likes. She also carries her father's name, the one he died with in a Kolkata jail cell for a crime he never committed. When the panel resurfaces in a crumbling North Kolkata mansion, she is offered a job she should refuse.

Five people. Seven nights. A house with thirty-six rooms, a goddess in the courtyard, and a host who smiles too easily.

Everyone in the crew is lying about something. So is the painting.