Fourteen hours ago, Aadhira was crying her eyes out.

Right now, she didn't give a damn about what was going to happen to her. She was going to die. And she had accepted it. Perhaps, fate had planned all this drama just so she could die in the place destined.

Looking down from the plane's window, she repeated her life in front of her eyes. Whatever faded memories she had of her small family, the moments she had cherished more than anything, the face of her mother, the words of her father, everything. Then she thought of her schooling where she had met her only friend. They had been inseparable...