A year had passed; I was one day wandering around the forest with my friends. Well not friends exactly, just a bunch of girls who would love to roam with me, who would ask me about how much money I used to carry, what kind of newest jewelry I had bought, stuff like that. They were more fascinated by my name and position than they were to me. Like one day we all were roaming, we were collecting Juliet roses, to make a bouquet for our music teacher, who had a birthday that day. Sia interrupted Aakriti, “Oh, you are into music too, you know Sam, plays guitar too.” “No I don’t play anything, I just love to sing,” Sia suggested they should duet sometime to which Sameer replied, could they focus on Venice village and its story. Sia laughed and said, “Oh..!! Someone has got interested in the stor
