Based on a hypothetical situation. "Avni!" He shouted as he fell on his knees. The accursed piece of paper that contained his wife's letter stating she was leaving fluttered down to the ground. "Neel!" She woke in cold sweat and found herself strapped in a seat in the business class section of airplane. She had just felt that some tragedy had befallen him and she wasn't there to help him. "She is in New York!" Neela ma spoke, her voice a hoarse whisper that echoed in the eerily quiet room.