Meesha is seated at the steps with her head resting on her knees and her body tucked in. She exudes a depressing aura, as though she is devoid of hope.
After wrapping up his shoot, Tim is making his way to his room.
He observes Meesha as though her spirit has left her body, and after giving it some thought, he chooses to speak with her.
He settles down next to Meesha, walking as softly as though it would damage the floor. Meesha lifts her head slightly and peers at the person seated next to her.
She slides away while keeping her eyes on Tim. Tim keeps up with her. She slides away once more, so does Tim.
Meesha gives him a menacing glare and threatens to kill him if he follows her away once more. Tim, out of patience, grabs Meesha and pulls her close enough for him to hear her heavy breathing.
Gazing into his eyes, Meesha asks, "How long are you going to hold me?"
Unable to come up with anything, Tim clears his throat and straightens up.
"Why are you in this place? Are you not worried that people will see us together? Meesha asks once more.
Tim straightens his trousers and replies, "There is not a single bird, let alone people," while surveying his surroundings.
Meesha's eyes narrowed, signaling to him to pause and consider his words before speaking.
"Since we first met, you have never worn Indian attire." With reddened ears, Tim says, "I was speechless when I saw you dressed in bright colors."
Meesha smiles and moves her face closer to Tim. Meesha blinks her eyes and says, "So you are telling me that I looked good."
Tim pushes back her face and gets to his feet. "I believe you are not in a bad mood anymore. "You are on your own then," Tim says as he walks away, waving at her without looking back.
Meesha hastily follows Tim, only to become entangled in her dress and barely be able to stay upright. She follows Tim and asks him to tell her if she looks good or not.
They run to the beach while teasing one another. She was still bugging him to respond when she suddenly freezes. Tim turns his head to the back to see who she is staring at, and it is Justin.
Something about Justin seems dangerous. His eyes are red, and there is an aura of rage surrounding him.
Meesha, hiding behind Tim, muttered, "He is going to finish me off today." "I was stupid; I took his warning lightly."
"He told me to keep my distance from you. Oh! God, please save me," Meesha cries in a funny, trembling voice.
Tim is grinning and barely displaying any facial expression. He looks at Meesha, who is holding onto him, closing her eyes, and reciting the name of God in an attempt to keep Justin away from her.
Tim is trying to get her to open her eyes before she passes out from fear, but she won't. She was not the one Justin came for, he says, asking her to open her eyes.
Tim and Justin had to handle all of the work after the assistant left during the shoot, so Justin sweared to kill him once he returns.
Meesha chuckles as she looks at him. With a stone in his hand, Justin chased after the assistant, making the assistant run for his life and swearing he would not do it again.
Tim asks her to let go of his hand.
"Hold on! Meesha says, "I need a little more time."
Tim wondered why and burst out laughing when he saw Meesha's legs still shaking from fear.