Somewhere in Uttar Pradesh India. Not too far from the urban ignorance, is a Tehsil Lalgaon Mineral water that has found its way there in beautiful plastic bottles and wall paintings but fap water has not. This is that part of the country where sixty-eight per cent of India lives and still only finds minuscule column centimetres on page seven in newspapers.

Ayan Ranjan, IPS, a proud son of one of the most eminent, now retired, IFS officers of the country, finds himself in Lalgaon for his first posting. Ayan was raised all over Europe until his father expressed his desire for his son to become an IPS officer. Ayan joined St Stephen’s in Delhi and fulfilled his father’s desire. His understanding of India is mostly bookish and exotic.

On his first day in office, Ayan, pretty much a foreigner in Lalgaon, finds himself facing a horrific crime against three Dalit minor girls from a lower caste village Harimanpur. The local investigation looks at the crime differently while Ayan’s intuition tells him there is more to it. He is conflicted between how the system’s normal would deal with it and the basic human instincts that threaten to draw him deep inside. He has an opportunity to let this go through inertly and to move on to a new assignment.

Aditi and Ayan have been drifting apart the past year or so for some unsaid reasons. Aditi works intensely on girl child education and actively writes for some international portals. She loved and loves the man but could never see him grow into the man that she expected him to be. She is an active citizen who believes in participating in the change when Ayan faces this challenge before him. These are times when Law and justice drift away very comfortably and Ayan can see that happen right before his eyes and knows perfectly well that any effort from his side to obstruct this perfectly oiled machine and its psychology will be catastrophic.

One of the three wronged girls is still missing. There are people around Ayan in his department that were close to her family but are now happy that they have crossed the line to the mainstream.

Ayan, a reluctant participant to begin with, would need to choose between a path where he can come of age or a path that is an easy escape route that most of us take. Through this journey, Ayan would cut through the entire cross-section of the caste hierarchy of our society and will discover his own self.

ARTICLE 15 is a hard-hitting investigative drama about the fifteenth article of the Indian Constitution, that takes you through the majority of our country that we normally see from passing trains or from our metro to metro flights from thirty-three thousand feet in times when the front page is so engaging and deceitful that it becomes impossible to reach Page 7, India.