As the sun sets, the weather is pleasant. The beauty of the setting sun has mesmerized Tim. A light breeze tousles his hair and shirt as he sits on the beach.
Even though it is warm during the day, the evenings are rather chilly. Being in the breathtaking scenery and surrounded by peace and quiet has made Tim forget all of his problems.
His face is bathed in sunlight, giving the impression that he is in direct sunlight due to the pale orange tint.
Tim hears footsteps approaching him before he can turn back; Meesha hands him a shawl (scarf) and warns him that he will get cold.
It is summer, Tim tells her, covering himself with the shawl. Meesha replies angrily that he should take care of himself regardless of whether it is summer or not.
Meesha gives him the shawl and then returns to her room. A subtle smile lights up Tim's face. After all this time, he is finally happy, but there is a hint of fear that everything could disappear again.
Meesha hears a knock on her door while it is still early in the evening. Her eyes snapped open as soon as she realized something was about to happen. Through the keyhole, she looks out with her hands shaking and her heart racing wildly.
Meesha sighs in relief as she squats down and notices that there is no one at the door. She crawls to her bed and covers her ears before falling asleep while chanting the name of God in order to avoid being awakened by another knock.
Meesha is taking in the crisp morning air in the early hours of the day. It dawns on her that there is someone watching her from behind the tree.
"Who's there?" Meesha attempts to look at the strange man behind the tree.
She knew something was not right when no one answered. After locking the balcony door, Meesha gives Tim a call. Tim answers her call, but the poor network quality prevents him from understanding her words.
Meesha rushes toward Tim's room after covering herself with the shawl. "Tim open the door, it is me, Meesha," she knocks on the door.
But Tim does not respond to her. She is repeatedly tapping on the door until her hands stop. She is drenched in cold sweat, her gaze is downward, she notices a hand on the doorknob.
Meesha turns her head, and...
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While everyone else is busy shooting, Justin is busking in the sun. Tim has an umbrella being held over him by his assistant to shield him from the sun. He is currently working hard because he is still thinking about what happened yesterday.
It is almost time for Tim to deliver his close-ups for the advertisement; the filming is almost finished.
"Move quickly! "Someone please assist Tim with his makeup," the director says.
Tim never loses concentration when working, but this day is different. He seems a bit disoriented. He is spending hours on a task that should have only taken minutes.
In the end, the director says, "Okay, pack up," approving the last frame.
A little nervous, Tim is reaching for his phone. As his assistant hands him his phone, the crew member interrupts. He needs to change his clothing.
Tim hands over the sponsored clothing and picks up the phone. He has not seen Meesha since last night; he was supposed to see her this morning after she called, but he has to leave early for work.
He can not reach Meesha on the phone. Tim is even more dissatisfied when he finds out that Justin has not seen Meesha.
"Hey! Yes, you, please come here," Justin says to the crew member whose room is next to Meesha's.
Justin asks, "Have you seen Meesha, the girl staying in the next room?"
Although the crew member did not know exactly who Justin was referring to, he tells that someone was looking for her last night after seeing her photo.
He gave the man Meesha's room number, assuming they knew each other.
Tim loses control of his anger and tells him to go away. Tim yells, looking completely helpless, "How can he tell her room number to anyone?" in a fit of rage.
Everyone at the site is staring at him. Justin attempts to calm Tim, but in vain. Asking Justin to look for Meesha in the areas around the resort, Tim dashes to the resort in search of her.
Tim discovers Meesha's door open when he knocks on it. Calling her name, he walks into the room. Since her phone is not in the room, she must be carrying it. He calls her once more, but she does not pick up.
"Dammit! I should not have brought her here. "Meesha, answer the phone," Tim begs in a gruff tone, his hand pressing against the wall.
Finally, she answers the phone.
"Hello? hello? Meesha? Where the hell are you?" Tim shouts.
The voice of a stranger echoes, "Hello, I found this phone in the street."
Tim's face goes blank and he falls down as his legs have no energy left.
"Hello? Are you listening? Hey!.....