孟买的一个雷雨的晚上，普纳瓦拉上校的房子成了受困市民的避难处。上校为人保守，犹豫着为这些陌生人打开了门。其中一名好奇的保险经纪人感觉上校有隐情。每次卧室传来一声闷响的时候，上校就会走进去，之后默默地走出来，只字未提。悬疑的气氛非常明显，大家都在猜测卧室里会有什么东西。上校向客人讲起了他故去的妻子，他外出执勤期间，邻居们发现了他妻子的尸体，而此时尸体已躺在卧室数周。你对他的说法似信非信，他的客人亦是同感。一个雨夜，一个小屋，一个秘密，十个人物。

On a thunderous, rainy night in Mumbai, the house of Colonel Poonawala becomes a safe house for stranded city folk. The old man is reserved, and hesitantly opens his doors to strangers. An inquisitive LIC agent among them senses that the colonel is hiding something. Every time the sound of a thud emanates from the bedroom, the colonel goes in and returns outside, not mentioning a word to his guests. The air of suspense is palpable, and the characters tends to speculate what could be in the room. The colonel tells them the story of his late wife, whose body lay in the room for many weeks before the neighbors discovered it while he was away on duty. You want to believe him and not believe him at the same time. His guests are in a similar dilemma. One Rainy Night. One Bungalow. One Mystery. Ten Characters.