Muskan knew it wasn’t easy for that boy to accept such know-it-all words coming from a stranger. But they were already too far into the conversation for her to leave it abruptly. Before she could reply to him, they heard a loud screeching sound and a few screams from the main gate’s direction.

They ran towards the noises only to find a scared Kartik standing in a corner with his hands on his chest. An older man, probably the driver of the vehicle that had screeched earlier, was shouting at him. Muskan dashed towards him. “Kartik! Are you okay?” She asked.