It was past midnight at a silent, fog-laced railway station in Kerala. The rain had just stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and melancholy. The empty station echoed with the hum of overhead lights and the distant howl of a goods train. Arjun stood on Platform 1. Forty, ruggedly handsome, his shirt damp, his eyes bloodshot. Just two months ago, his world had crashed — quite literally — when a flight from Delhi to Kochi fell from the sky. His wife, son, and daughter… all gone. What remained was an ocean of silence that roared