“Crap, I forgot all about office. I'm already late,” I said, checking the time on the wall clock. I glanced at Rithik who seemed dazed “When did you arrive, by the way? Where is your luggage?” 
Rithik exhaled a sigh. “Yesterday night. I stayed at a hotel. Uh, can I ask you something?” When I nodded for him to go on, he continued, his voice low enough for me to hear. “Actually my budget isn't enough for me to stay at a hotel for the next week. The prices are massive here. I was barely able to arrange money for the flight tickets. I was hoping I'd stay with you for the time being but you are staying with your roommate.” 
“So you want to stay here? Um, wait...” I stole a glance at Kylie who was grabbing her laptop bag. I rushed to her and explained the situation. She gave me a ‘are you seriously asking me this question?' kind of smile. 
“Hi, I'm Kylie Walker, Natasha's friend and owner of this apartment,” Kylie went ahead to introduce herself and shook his hand. “You might remember me and the other girls during that drunk video call months ago.” 
“Ah, yes, I remember now,” He gestured. “Thanks for making that call. I'm Rithik Arora.” 
“Good. You can stay here as long as you like, no worries!” Kylie smiled, her eyes twinkling as she exchanged glances between the both of us. “He's your beloved after all.” 
I bit my lip, trying to cover the slight embarrassment from my face. Kylie soon left shortly, only for me to receive a message a minute later. 
‘He definitely looks better in real life.’ 
I smiled but it faded away when I noticed Rithik resting his head on the couch while pressing his temple. I touched his face. “What's the matter? You look kinda pale.” 
“Nothing, just jet-lagged. I need to rest a bit,” His voice was hoarse. 
“Idiot, you should have said so. Why didn't you call me before? Forget it, come to my room. You can sleep there,” I said, eventually taking him to my room. Thereafter, he freshened up while I gave him a painkiller. It was a good thing he brought his luggage along which was downstairs. I requested a guard to bring it up. By the time, I dragged his luggage to my room, he was fast asleep. Just how tired was he? I let him be. 
It was no surprise when I received a call from one of Rithik's boy friends later. Yash wanted to enquire how Rithik was doing and how adamantly stubborn he was to fly to Boston. His parents were yet to know. 
“Did you know? His doctor advised against flying that far away. He said to wait for another month.” 
“But he seems fine to me. Just tired.” 
“Rithik has recovered, yes. But that doesn't mean you immediately resume all your activities. Doc has advised against moving his right arm too much. He still experiences pain sometimes but refuses to wear a plaster, that moron.” 
I entered my room again. Rithik was still sleeping but that's when I noticed him pressing his right arm with his left hand while his forehead creased a little. I sighed. “I think you might be right on money here.” 
“Bhabhi, I know you are busy, but I request to look out for him. One of us could have tagged along but we don't have that kind of money. We didn't even know when Rithik applied for a Visa and got it. His parents are yet to know. He gave them an excuse that he sneaked out for a trip with us or something. He basically left us to deal with his mess...” Yash let out a frustrated sigh. “It's your fault for breaking up out of the blue.” 
“But I didn't call him here, did I?” I said but then sighed when Yash apologized. “I understand, Yash. I'll take care of him, don't worry. And you should tell his parents.”