Sahuri Mehta lived the dream life of many women, a loving home, filled with warmth and mischief of her two kids. Her cheeks tinted from the love showered upon her by her husband. Her in-laws were more like her parents, then just her in-laws. God asked rich or happy, she chose both, from diamond rings to getting served to every corner of their mansion from her choice and owning a garden filled with her favourite flowers in their own gardening area. People say the fire burns the paper but in Sahuri's case her fire was extinguished by a piece of paper. Her dream turned into a nightmare, she couldn't ever wake up from it.