This is the story of Rakesh and Aditi who live in most of our homes. The spark, the stolen giggles, the secret eye contacts, the romance, the small talks, everything, that held them together during their courtship and growing fondness had fizzed out. Love was in the air, literally, but heavily polluted.

Rakesh couldn’t live without his phone. Quick tears would drop from Aditi’s cheeks and fear hugged her, of losing him to another lady. And she didn’t like it. Aditi poured her feelings to her family, without mincing a single word. Aditi said, “Rakesh has a wife. And it’s not me.”

Aditi blue-printed a plan to eliminate the lady, and Rakesh would pay a huge price too. On his birthday, when Rakesh took a deep breath to blow the candles on the cake, he choked. He saw a murder. Buried under the candles was his already burnt love, the other lady, his phone.

And yes, Rakesh had to pay a huge price for this. For, he had to buy a new phone that costed him dearly