Sanchit and Myra took the flight for Switzerland in the dead of the night. "Good ridden," he thought, "I will never come back here again. This place has never given me anything but trouble and disappointment."
Myra was quiet throughout the flight. She mostly looked out of the window into the dark. Black symbolized her mood and the theme of her life. Her family had severed all connections with her.
"Myra!" Sanchit said in a low entreating voice.
Myra turned her gaze towards him. Sanchit's heart ached for her. She was so innocent and beautiful. "Everything will be ok. I'll explain it to your family. They will understand and accept you. Aryaman's team is already trying to do damage control."
Myra gave him a wry smile and once again turned her eyes to the window.
