We landed on the airport at 11 am. When I switched on my phone I saw 62 missed calls from all of my family members. I show the phone to Kiyansh and roll my eyes.

He shakes his head but there's a wisp of smile on his face. I like those smiles on his face. "You guys go ahead" He says to the swarm of my friends, which consists of Ayan, Kritika, Rohit and Prisha.

Kritika throws a wink in my direction and drags our friends away.

Kiyansh takes my hand. "Come here for a second." He says taking me to a small secluded area covered with metal boxes.

"So..." He clears his throat.

"So..?"

He gives me a testy look and I laugh, he is annoyed because he is nervous, but he will fall on the floor before accepting the fact.

"Okay listen," he says tentatively "I know you don't like a lot of people and your house would be bursting of them. You have any problem you call me okay?"

I nod my head.

"And one thing more... Please don't fight me on this."

"What?"

He gives me an apprehensive look. "There are people going to be with you. My people. Wherever you go they will put tail on you."

I open my mouth to say something but he gestures me to listen. "Of course you will have full privacy, it's just you have so many celebrity friends you need to have security."

I look him in the eyes, "Is there something you are not telling me?"

"No." He says, "I just don't want you to be stressing over media. And stupid people. Specially because I won't be there. And before you give me reasons that your friends would be there." He shakes his head, "I really like them but they behave like kids when they are together." He smiles. "Which is good, but then they attract even more attention."

And just as Kiyansh says this, I turn around to find Ayan and Prisha burst out laughing at something, while Rohit falls on the floor, and Kritika falls too in trying to pick him up. Thank God we are standing in a separate room otherwise they would have invited almost all the crowd in the airport.

I ponder over it for a moment and I think I am going to say no but then I think about his point of Paparazzi. And what if we do need people to be with us if any of us went out?

"Please" his soft tone makes me turn to him as he shifts on his feet almost deliberately. I sigh. "Okay but they stay away."

His eyes lights up immediately. "You wouldn't even know. I promise." And before I know what he is doing he hesitantly takes a step forward and touches my hair kissing me hastily on my cheek and stepping away.

My eyes widens as I realised that my friends must have catched it because I hear Rohit whistling.

Kiyansh just smiles and takes my hand.

*******

I see my father from the exit glass doors of the airport looking like a lost Disney prince in aqua t-shirt and black pants, standing with four deadly looking, mammoth-like men you see in Hollywood movies. I notice two more people seizing us up, dressed in casual clothes, looking stern and above normal size and a look passes between Kiyansh and I. The moment we step outside, I understand why we needed so much security as flashes of silver lights and shutters of camera start clicking again and again. Kiyansh instantly tugs me close when the commotion of media step towards us. But instead of them coming close I suddenly see all of us. My friends and my father, Kiyansh and me covered in a protective circle.

We hear annoyed voices and shrieks about, 'unfair' 'step away' 'mam please answer us' 'Kiyansh and Shanvi are you getting married according to the rumours' the names of ' Ayan' 'Prisha' 'Rohit' and 'Kritika' being called out. Kiyansh is clutching my hand, when somewhere in those names I hear, 'Sahana' and 'Nishkarsh.' I flinch and Kiyansh nearly hugs me from behind as herds me out through the frenzy along with the rest of us.

When we reach parking lot, the first thing I do is turn to the bodyguards and say thank you, who smile back at me.

"Weren't they in the mood to mob us!" Rohit exclaims and we all snigger together in agreement.

"Sorry couldn't meet you properly there." my father points his thumb towards the airport and winks at Rohit offering his hand. His aversion for funny people, I thought was never going away.

"Oh haven't we met before!" My father exclaimed to Ayan and Kritika after shaking hands with Rohit and Prisha, who had already turned to me and whispered your father is so cool.

Ayan smiles and says, "Last time I missed your chocolate cake. I hope this time I am getting to eat one."

Kiyansh's eyes throws daggers towards Ayan. My father turns towards Kiyansh and I, giving us curious looks,"Oh you didn't?" And then smiles at Ayan. "You will get much more than chocolate cake. Come on." He says to me, "Your mother has put up the house on her head. Please bear with her if you see her panicking about which tablecloth to put on the table. Since your grandmother is here and wouldn't let me do it." My father winces slightly.

"Nani is here?" I say laughing. From the corner of my eyes I see Kiyansh's reaction, and my laugh turns loud. My mother and Kiyansh, the most terrifying people in the world are terrified of Nani.

He have had certain incidents with my Nani. Apparently we all have had. But she specially was over suspicious of Kiyansh and continuously threatened him to stay away from childhood, since he was boy and he shouldn't be allowed near me. His arguments were that he is just my friend. It was funny to watch them bicker honestly, until I wasn't dragged into the matter. So whenever in summer vacations, 'Nani' came to visit, Kiyansh stubbornly denied to return to his house and said that he would stay right over at my house. As if anyone could dare to stop him. But when Nani told him to sleep in seperate room he used to go and lock himself inside my bedroom arguing that he would stay right there. And they would go back and forth bickering.

The only person who could make Kiyansh's eyes bulbous in anger was my Nani.

"Kiyansh would you like to know what is she saying since she came here" my father asks in amusement.

"No." Kiyansh says before Papa can even complete the sentence.

Everyone in the parking lot looks questioningly at us. But maybe Kiyansh's presence had stopped them because as soon as Kiyansh's driver came to pick him up and he headed back for his home before turning to just briefly look at me, Ayan burst out, "Could you possibly tell me about your enchanting Nani madamoiselle?"

Papa chirps, "I will." Like an excited kid bursting out to tell a picnic story. And Rohit and Prisha play Rock, papers, scissors for the shot gun seat, and we all fit in my father's Wrangler as the bodyguards follows us in another Jeep. And on the way my father tells them stories from childhood and Prisha whoops from the shotgun seat as all of us laugh.

We will see if they will laugh when they see my Nani.