Meesha said goodbye to her in-laws. They were here because Meesha insisted, but her father-in-law can no longer hold his job.
When her in-laws left, she felt like a bird in a cage. In her enormous mansion-like home, she is nothing more than a tiny piece of decoration with no contribution to the house.
She may be a superstar's wife and have a solid career, but there is no denying that she currently does not know anything about her personal life.
Cramming a few things from paper does not prepare her for her current life.
"Diary was the only hope left, and now it is worthless," Meesha sighs as she walks to her room.
Clouds covered the sky, giving it an orange tint as if it were on fire. The clock strikes five in the evening.
Meesha, who enjoys cloudy weather, is enjoying some milk tea and snacks while relaxing on her balcony. Without having to do anything, she has the impression of being a lady of a royal household.
She can sit and relax all day without doing anything.
"This scene reminds me of a scene from an old movie, where ladies sit and gossip about the world while sipping tea." Meesha crosses her legs and pretends to sip.
The sky's orange tint vanished, and the pleasant weather gave way to a gloomy one. Meesha, with her cup in hand, looks up at the sky.
A droplet of rain hits her face, and her eyes wink. Meesha gets up and holds on to the balcony tightly. Meesha feels a chill run down her spine from the gust of wind.
As the breeze messes with Meesha's hair again, she tucks it behind her ears repeatedly.
"Omo! "It is a fantastic day....,"
her phone interrupts her joyous moment.
Meesha rushes in to pick up her phone. Tim is calling.
Tim asks, "Where are you right now?"
"Where would I be? I am at home."
"Hmm..... Stay indoors. I will be a little late, but you do not need to wait for me."
Meesha pauses, "Ohk," as though he has something more to say, but he hangs up before continuing.
"What more could you ask for from an ice cube?" Meesha chuckles to herself.
With the storm getting stronger, Meesha is writing something in her diary while keeping all the doors and windows closed.
Being by herself at home and growing bored with nothing to do, she indulged in writing as a way to pass the time.
It is getting dark and stormy.
Bang!! Startled by the sudden deafening sound, Meesha drops her pen.
"What was that?" Putting the diary down, Meesha muttered, "I thought I kept all the windows closed."
The thunderstorm and lightning were another blow to Meesha, who was already terrified. The shadow cast by the lightning was clearly visible in her rooms.
She moves towards the balcony door to see if it's locked? A woman's silhouette appeared on the door due to lightning.
Meesha freezes. She pulls up the courage to take a step forward, holding onto her pants.
The lights are out.
"Ahh!! What the fish is happening?" Meesha screams.
She notices a massive shadow in front of her when she turns on her phone's flashlight. Her eyes grow wide with panic and fear. She tries to scream, but it feels like someone is trying to choke her while holding onto her tightly.
"Tim? Ti-Tim?"
Meesha opens her eyes, cold and drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. It is 9 p.m. when she looks at the time.
"Thank goodness!" Meesha sighed with relief, "It was only a dream."
While writing in her diary, Meesha fell asleep, scared of the bad weather.
She wonders how long it will take Tim to get home. Even though it was a dream, she is afraid because of the worsening weather.
"I would better call him."
Before she could contact Tim, the light went out.
"Ugh! "I am already freaking out, and now this," Meesha murmurs, looking for her phone.
The door bell rings.
Meesha flips on the flashlight and steps cautiously to avoid falling as she goes to open the door.
Though terrified, she had to make sure it was Tim.
Meesha opens the door and finds nobody. She notices the shadow getting closer to her.
Her hands tremble as she remembers her dream, and her phone falls as she rushes to close the door.
"Meesha?" The shadow moves closer and utters.
Meesha passes out.
Meesha, lying on the couch in the living room, opens her eyes. Tim, sitting beside her, is looking carefully at her.
"Why did you pass out when you saw me?" Tim asks, running a hand over her forehead to make sure she is okay.
Tim says, "I called you, but the moment you heard your name, you fainted."
Meesha's forehead is wrinkled. She pushes Tim's hand and rises.
Tim thought she was simply shocked to see him beside her, but she ignores him and heads to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Tim asks following her.
Meesha takes a glass to drink water when Tim asks her to return; he will bring her the water, removing the glass from her hand.
Meesha snatches the glass back and says, "I can handle it myself. You don't have to."
Tim asks her if she wants to go outside and whether this is her favorite weather in an attempt to defuse the tense situation.
"Why will I go out with you? Who am I to you?" Meesha goes upstairs, saying, "Do not forget, I have not forgotten about the party night."
Tim is stunned by what Meesha just said.
Tim drops his head in surprise and whispers, "How do I feel that Meesha is back?"