Mala was preparing a small bag for his stuff while Talia was busy controlling her tears, "He is leaving. At last, he is leaving, Mala," she wiped her tears, but more were falling down her cheeks, "Why they decided to come here? They should have gone anywhere else."
"Didn't I warn you about this?" Mala asked Talia and then looked at the castle that they made together.
Mala didn't know when she could meet her friend again. He was not a common man but a business guru.
How come they didn't get it? How did they not see it? His every move, every stride was enough to prove that he belonged to no upper-middle class or upper class.
He was from the elite lot.
Though she was sad, deep down she was also happy for him. His family could spend money to bring back his memory if he was rich. Or maybe he would remember everything once he met them.
