Thivyah Pramila Rajagopal

Ten Hours (2025) drops you smack in the middle of a day you’d probably wish you could forget. Thivyah Pramila Rajagopal isn’t just wandering through the story, she’s basically the force that keeps everything from falling apart (or does she?). The plot? Oh, it’s messy—in the best way possible. There’s a countdown, literal or not, and every tick of the clock shoves the characters closer to choices that’ll haunt them forever. The film doesn’t bother to sugarcoat anything. The city’s buzzing, people are frantic, and you can almost feel the weight of missed calls and half-read texts. Thivyah’s character is juggling personal chaos and some mysterious business that keeps getting in her way, and let’s just say—nobody’s handing her an instruction manual. People come and go, alliances form and shatter in minutes, and nobody’s motives are squeaky clean. The tension never really lets up. Every hour that slips by, you’re left wondering who’ll crack first. The script isn’t afraid to get raw—arguments get loud, secrets spill, and the stakes? They actually matter. You’re not just watching characters go through the motions; you’re watching them unravel. It’s not about heroes or villains, just people getting desperate, making mistakes, and hoping for a way out. By the time those ten hours are up, you’re probably as exhausted as they are, but honestly, it’s totally worth the ride.