A/n: Noona means elder sister in Korean language.

Rahat's point of view:

I knocked on the glass door twice before entering into boss's cabin. He was busy writing something on the file. I waited for him to finish and notice me. His cabin was twice the size of my cabin.

"Mr.Devine, did you want to see me?" I asked when he didn't look up from the file in front of him.

"Dude, I'm only thirty. Call me Nick, will ya?" Nick Devine, my boss scolded me playfully.

Nick was the QA manager of our team, and my mentor. He took me under his wing when I joined this company. He taught me many things through the years.

"I told you that you can call me by my name." He said putting away the file. "We're friends. So, stop acting professional."

I rolled my eyes as I sat down in front him.

"I've got a bad news for you." Nick said. I waited for the news without asking anything further. But lots of ideas swarmed into my brain.

Is he letting me go? Or is he about to give me a warning. I did misbehave with that girl at the cafeteria.

"I can't grant your leave application. I'm sorry." He gave me an apologetic look.

"What? But I really need. . . It's urgent." I said, feeling disappointed. My grandfather was sick. And he wished to see me.

"I know man. But I'm really sorry. I can't do anything about it."

I shrugged knowing what he meant. Every year we had annual meeting on 30th of January, discussing about the goals for the upcoming year and stuff like that. I thought I could come back before the meeting, obviously I was wrong.

"I was told to keep my mouth shut. But I can't see you pouting like this. So, I'm telling you the good news now." Nick sat straight as if he was about to disclose some secret.

"You're getting promoted. It'll be announced in the meeting." He grinned.

"What? Why?" I asked. I was perplexed.

"What do you mean why? You've the ability to consistently turn out high work. And the authorities noticed that."

"Oh. Um, thanks. But I really need you to get my application granted." I pleaded.

"How about this, I'll get you not fifteen days, but one month vacation after that meeting." He tried to convince me. "You need to be there in the meeting."

"So, I can leave just after the meeting?" I asked for his reassurance.

He nodded. "One more thing, don't tell anyone about the promotion yet."

"Okay, thanks again."

I left his cabin.

In the evening:

Today was quite eventful. I found out I'm not going to see my family this week. And I'm getting promotion. I didn't know whether I should feel sad or be glad about the promotion.

I made myself a peanut butter sandwich while waiting for Shujaat to come home and cook. I didn't get to eat anything at lunch today. So I was really hungry.

As usual, I logged in to Facebook. There were ten or so messages. I replied to them one by one. I clicked on the name Nowshin.

Nowshin was active three minutes ago.

I decided to leave a text in case she comes online again.

Me: Hey there.

I didn't know what I felt about her confession anymore. I was confused. But I couldn't find it in me to pressure her into telling me the whole truth. I wanted her to trust me as much as I trusted her.

There was something about her, something different. Her texts felt the same as before. Those witty, sarcastic remarks were still there. Just the girl behind those texts came out to be a twenty three years old girl, not a seventeen years old.

Shujaat came in with a bag, and placed it on the coffee table.

Hmm. . Seems like he's not in the mood for cooking.

I thought as I saw two tupperware boxes in the bag.

"Don't you dare start eating without me!" He hollered from his room. He brought the food. It was only fair if he ate first. But I didn't care and opened the first box. Rice and kimchi. I loved Korean foods.

I brought two plates and spoons from the kitchen. Shujaat came out of his room, and we digged in.

"Dude, visit your sister everyday. Then we'll get to eat more of these delicious food." I said licking my lips.

"Noona is a great cook." He said before taking the dishes to the kitchen, and came back.

"I'm not going to India." I told him as I refreshed my Facebook homepage again. She wasn't online.

"You're not?" He asked, to confirm what I said earlier.

"I'm getting promoted." I blurted out. I didn't want to keep it a secret from him. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone if I asked him not to.

"Wow! Congrats man." He congratulated me with a genuine smile.

"Thanks, man. I'm going to India after the meeting though."

"Okay. I was thinking about going back home too." I was glad that he considered going back home. I was his roommate for past three years. And I never saw him visiting his parents or vice versa.

"That's great!" I replied cheerfully.

A familiar ring tone turned my attention to the cell phone. It was Soha's text.

Her: Hi! :)

Me: Hey :)

Her: Hi :)

Me: Hey :)

Her: Okay, stop this.

Me: No. You stop it.

Her: You started it.

Me: You started it.

Her: Why are you copying me?

Me: Why are you copying me?

Her: Hey, which one is bigger, gorilla or anaconda?

Me: Anacondas can be big in length. But, overall, gorillas could be bigger.

Me: Why do you ask?

Her: I wanted you to stop. So, I just asked randomly what came to my mind. :D

Me: Hahahah okay.

Me: You're weird. . . In a good way. :)

Her: I know. :p

Her: How was your day?

Me: Eventful. What about you?

Her: Pretty hectic. Finals are coming up. So. . .

Me: Finals?

Her: Uh, yeah. I'm about to graduate.

Me: I was thinking, I know a lot about Soha who's seventeen years old.

Me: But I don't anything about twenty three years old Soha.

Her: You know me. I'm the same person I was a month ago.

Her: I've just hid my age, education background and a few other things. I didn't lie about anything else. I swear.

Me: So, your favorite color is blue?

Her: Yes.

Me: You've one brother and one sister?

Her: Yes.

Her: How about I tell you some stuff about myself?

Me: Sure. :)

Her: My name is Soha Haider. I'm twenty three. I'll be graduating in less than two months. My major is English lit.

Her: I want to be a teacher, professionally. But I can't. Because I've a business to run. But I founded a school for the drop out kids. And I really love teaching those kids.

Me: Okay.

Me: Wait, business? What type of business?

Her: I run a small factory where we make souvenirs, take these items to the shops and sell. Nothing big, though.

Me: Oh

Me: That's nice.

Her: Yeah.

Him: Do you have any Facebook account, other than this?

Her: I do.

Me: Can we please chat there? I don't want that Nowshin girl, the real owner of this account to read our conversations.

Her: She won't.

Me: How do you know? What if she's reading this right now?

Her: Uhm. . She won't. But yeah we can. I'll send you a friend request right now.

Soha Haider wants to be your friend

Confirm Delete

I clicked on the confirm button. And went straight to her bio. Her birthday was eighteenth June. And some information was written about her educational institutions. I didn't pay attention to the details.

Only one photo album was uploaded, full of pictures of a family I assumed. There was a teen, which could be her brother. A four or five years old girl, a middle aged couple. But not one picture of a girl who was in her early twenties.

Where is her pictures?

I thought as I typed in a text for her.

Before I could click the send button, she texted.

A/n: Hey guys, I hope you like this chapter. If you did, then don't forget to vote and comment. Love you all. Bye.