Sandhya Suresh

Thug CR 143/24 (2025) tosses you straight into the underbelly of a city that forgot how to sleep. Sandhya Suresh, yeah, she’s the face you’ll remember when you walk out of this film—she’s not just another cog in the machine, her character’s got grit, secrets, and a past that keeps clawing its way back. The story winds around a string of crimes that aren’t just petty thefts or bar brawls; we’re talking the kind of stuff that makes headlines and ruins lives. The cops? Honestly, they’re scrambling, always two steps behind and never quite catching up. There’s this cat-and-mouse chase vibe, but no one’s really the cat—everyone’s desperate, and you can feel it. The city itself almost turns into another character: neon lights flickering, shadows lurking, and every alley buzzing with rumors. Sandhya’s character? She’s in deep, juggling her own survival with loyalty to people who might stab her in the back. Friendships blur into betrayals, and trust is a currency nobody can afford, but everybody pretends to have. The twists aren’t just for shock value—they actually mess with your sense of who’s right and who’s just pretending. Every move pulls you deeper into this tangled mess of ambition, revenge, and a little bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, someone gets out clean. But don’t bet on it. Thug CR 143/24 isn’t interested in fairy tales. It’s raw, relentless, and drags you through every gritty moment without letting up.