Accused wrongly, a fire once died down and turned into ashes. Now, after many years, a flower blooms from that powdery substance left out by the fire. Unknown to the past, unknown to mistakes, the flower blooms happily in the sun. But the flower was soon to be withered. A monster was about to rise. Revenge was bound to set.

Samuel Stevenson. A teenager with a pride. A normal boy among the crowd. Samuel was leaving a life like any other sixteen years old. School, friends and overprotective parents. That's what completed his small, happy life. Until something triggered, and the memories started to unfold. The memories he forgot. The memories of his past life. The story of his reincarnation and those undying tales of his previous lifetime.

"Moloy, look how cute he is!" "Right, Moloy?" "Yes, Mohini, he is really cute!" "Our son, Moloy!" ______________________________ "Shri, where is our other child?" "Why are you silent Shri?" "Nyo, listen to me first." "NO, SHRI, FIRST ANSWER ME!" "Sorry, Nyo, he couldn't survive!" "I am sorry!" _________________________________________

Those days... when you sit in front of your window with a cup of coffee or tea enjoying the rain, did you ever fell that loneliness? That feeling of sharing the cup with the person you love...