26. The One Where I Complain

[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]

I woke up from the sound of the bell ringing in the apartment. Confused, I stared at my watch and it was late night. Who would be there at this hour? Carefully, I pried Alina's hands and head from my chest. Covering her body with the blanket, I vacated the room and opened the door of the apartment.

And gasped, seeing the figure.

"Kabir, who's there?" Kriti sleepy voice asked me from behind.

"Dad," I whispered. "What are you doing here?"

He frowned seeing me, took in my appearance. I was still wearing the waiter's clothes.

"Alina, where is she?" He entered the apartment, and from behind him, I found Alina's dad entering as well. "She had called me. She said she needed my help. I called her dad. Where is she?"

"So you flew all the way from Delhi?" I asked, shocked by his behavior.

"I had to," He replied anxiously. "She was crying. And she never calls me. Something must be serious."

"Kabir, what happened to her?" Her dad asked, tension covering his whole face.