It's 3 am.
Naina is seen lying on her bed. She is wide awake and this time, it's not just her insomnia....it's that man, who was with her throughout the evening..... correctly speaking till night. He was her companion in the time she actually needed someone. All these years, whenever she needed someone, there wasn't any one to turn to. She was all alone. She had no family nor friends and she couldn't trust anyone else.
He sat with her all along but did not ask her anything nor did he tell anything. Something in his presence around her, made her feel safe and secure, for the first time in these many years.

Dear diary,

Kyun hota hain yeh ki zindagi hume ekdum tanha kar deti hain...tab jab hume sabse zyada kisi ki zaroorat hoti hain
Aur jab tanhaai mein jeena raas aa jaye,
ya yun kahun ki tanhaai sang rehna aadat ban jaaye,tab kisi ka saath milta hain...

Ek ajnabi ne mera saath diya
Aisa saath jo lafzon se nahi ho bayan
Khamoshi mein dilon ne kai baatein ki...
Voh kuch palon ka saathi tha
Phir bhi dil ne use apna maan liya
Ab man mein khayal bas usi ke hain
Dil bhi bas uski maujoodgi maang raha...

She pens down her thoughts in the diary. Why was he there with her? He was a complete stranger right? Yes, he was good by heart. That she had seen when he rushed to help the lady. And then, he had also been there when she was conversing with Bela Chachi!
His actions showed that he had an empathetic heart, so maybe he felt bad for her...maybe he felt her so sad and hence deicided to give her company....
But he dint speak anything! He just sat next to her....
Was it his way of telling her that he was there for her but since they were strangers, he dint want to question her as to why she was upset...he understood she needed company but also respected her privacy!
Thinking about him, slowly she drifts off to sleep.

The next day, at "The Times" office,
N( knocking at Shefali's door): may I come in ma'am?
S: come in Naina! So I have one important work for you.
N: yes ma'am
S: I want you to write an article on Dr. Sameer Maheshwari, which has to be published by the next 2 days.  You are the best that we have and I trust you to do this job efficiently. As you know, each month we write about one such person who has served the society or has created an impact. So for this month, it's Dr. Sameer!
N: Okay ma'am! The article will be ready for publishing by two days.
S: okay then! You may leave now. You can leave 2 hours earlier than the regular working hours for today.
N: Okay ma'am thank you!

After Naina's exit,
The phone rings and after some three- four rings, Sameer picks it up.
S: Hello
Shefali: Hello! Am I speaking to Mr. Sameer Maheshwari?
S: Yes, Sameer Maheshwari speaking.
Sh: hello sir. This is Shefali Victor from  "The Times " office. Under an initiative undertaken by our managing heads, each month we publish an article about one such person who has either served society or has created some impact. For this month, The Personality Of July Month is you! So, our best journalist, Naina Aggarwal, will be visiting you regarding the same this evening. So is this time suitable for you sir?
S( in mind): Naina? Is this the same Naina? Her surname was also Aggarwal right? So this means it's the same Naina?
Sh: sir? Hello....Sir? Are you there? Hello?
Sameer snaps back into reality
S: Y..yes yes...am there.....hmmmm.... first of all, thank you for this honour and the next is the timings are convenient for me!
Sh: Our pleasure sir! Naina will be there by 4 pm. Thank you.

Keeping the phone down, Sameer's face lights up with a smile. But why is he so happy? Why does he feel different whenever there's something about Naina? He has never felt this way for anyone. Then why her?
Unable to find any answers ,he decides to let it be for now.

Evening, 4 pm.

The bell rings and Sameer literally runs to open the door! He opens it
N: Hel....
She stops in the middle looking at him. Her expression is of a mini shock. He is lost in her. Their eyes are locked and both are trying to read each others eyes, but aren't able to. Two completely devoid of emotion eyes are lost in each other.

Lovingly,
Pratyu