K: Kya? Aap ne barabar se pucha na? Naira Goenka?

Person: Ji sir...

K: Aapne kisko pucha? Barabar se pucho aapko shayad pata nai hoga

Person: Sir mene vice principal se pucha he...Naira madam aaj school aayi hi nai

K: Pakka? Kya me Vice principal se baat kar sakta hu

Person: ji rukiye me transfer karta hu

*call transfers*

Meanwhile kartik was all tensed...

Vice principal (VP): Hello Kartik

K: Hello ma'am...vo Nai...Naira....Naira Goenka *his voice was trembling*

VP: Everything all right Mr. Goenka?

K: Ma'am vo Naira school se kab nikli aaj?

VP: Aaj toh Naira school aayi hi nai

K: Are you sure Ma'am?

VP: Absolutely!! Mene khud unko kitni baar call kiya...unka phone bhi nai lag raha tha..unka lectures tha aaj..vo bhi nai liye unhone

K speaks in a louder tone *shocked*: Kya?! Toh kaha gayi vo?

VP: Kartik..are you okay?

K: Yes...yess..I am fine... Thank you ma'am..agar aapki usse koi baat hogi toh Please mujhe inform karna...please ma'am

VP: Sure

*call ends*

Kartik thinks to himself: Naira school bhi nai gayi..toh pura din gayi kaha..

He shouts: Naira....Naira kaha ho tum?

He thinks: Ab kya karu me? Uske parents ko yaa Parth ko call karu? Nai...nai...unko tension ho jayega...pehle me idhar thoda pata karta hu...

Kartik goes and inquires in his neighbourhood. No information. He calls up event management agency through which they had planned the previous parties. No clue found

Kartik again calls up Naira...the phone is ringing...

After 2-3 rings...just when he was about to cut the call... someone answers the call..

Kartik looks up & says: Thank you Krishnaji..meri Naira theek he... Thank you

K on call at a stretch: Naira tum pagal ho? Kaha ho tum? Pura din kaha thi? School bhi nai gayi tum? Ghar par bhi nai ho...Pata he kitna darr gaya tha me!! Pagal ho gaya tha tumhe dhoodhte dhoodhte... Please aise mujhe daraya mat karo...koi surprise nai chahiye mujhe... Naira tum bas ghar par aajao...ab kuch bologi bhi..Naira...Naira kya he..kuch bolo bhi....

Person on call: Sir

K checks his phone to see whether he had called Naira only. The call was to Naira's phone only.

K on call: Aap kon? Naira kaha pe he? Aapne chuaraya uska phone? *in a louder tone*Naira kaha he?

Person: Sir me Jeevan Hospital se bol raha hu

K stammers *chills down his spine*: Hospi... hospital...hospital me kya kar raha he Naira ka phone?

Person: Sir ye jo madam ka phone he unka accident ho gaya he...jeevan hospital me he vo...unka haath...

K interupts: Kya hua uske haath ko?

Person: Sir unka right hand bohot severely hurt hua he.... Ma'am bohot critical he...humne afternoon me bohot call kiye ye number pe kisine phone hi nai uthaya...unhone last ye hi number pe call kiya tha..aap unke kon bol rahe he sir?

Person: Sir...aap ho line pe?

*Kartik went numb listening to the person...he couldn't utter anything*

Person: sir..sir??

K: Ji..Ji..Acci... Accident..Naira...Meri...meri Naira theek he? Me kartik...uska husband

Person: Sir aap pehle hospital aa jaiye.

*Kartik disconnects the call*

Kartik was in disbelief...he couldn't move...he just stood there shocked...

After a few moments..he comes back to his senses.

K: Meri Naira ko kuch nai ho sakta..vo bilkul theek hogi..theek hogi na Krishna ji...Krishna ji aap meri ko kuch nai hone de sakte...vo bilkul theek honi chahiye

Kartik picks up his house keys, car keys, wallet & bag & rushes to the hospital.

On his way, he was only thinking about Naira & praying to Krishnaji...Tears were continuously rolling down his eyes...

While driving, he recalls one of their moment...

**Flashback starts**