Naira's eyes met Kartik's as she wrapped her hands around his nape. Kartik mostly irritated and pissed off, with the scene. Placing his hands on either side of Naira, he pulled himself up. He didn't lend any hand to Naira but walked into her room. He grabbed hold of the small bag, which Naira had come across and was being packed. Naira sat upright looking at his direction.

"Hmm, may I ask what's this?" Kartik looked in her direction and asked...

"I am leaving," Naira mumbled with vague feeling that he would stop her.

"Did your dad...?" A smile twitched upon Kartik's lips.

"No"

"Then?"

"I am just leaving. I don't know you guys well... I don't know how many days I will be a burden to you all," Naira said

"Hmm...And why do you think you'll be a burden?" He asked

"Kartik-"

"No, Naira. Tomorrow, my would be fiancée is coming back and I want you to meet her," Kartik said. The words sent thunders cross her skin and her eyes filled up. She ran her fingers under her eye bag and rubbed the tears...

"Please... I will meet her some other day..." Naira couldn't finish her lines as she felt a soft finger pressing against the flesh of her lips.

"Shh," Kartik said "we are good friend's, no?"

"I don't know," Naira mumbled trying to suppress her feelings.

"You are staying and that's IT!" He took off his finger and swung Naira's bag over his shoulder... before walking away...

"Ka- Kartik...! Kartik!" Naira yelled behind him but the words fell in deaf ears.