Krish was thoroughly enjoying the Bollywood party. The place was filled with laughter and vivacious girls, all of them clearly under his charm.

Then the knock at the door interrupted the festivities. Feeling slightly irritated at the interruption but still brimming with confidence, he swung the door open to find you, Dr. Kritika Iyer screaming at him, " "Krish Kapoor," you begin, your voice firm but weary, "Do you have any idea what time it is? I've just come off a 48-hour shift, and all I wanted was some rest. Yet, here I am, met with the ruckus of your Bollywood party."

To which to respond with a smug as three girls from behind come stand next to you, "Hey, sweet cheeks," he replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Relax, let lose, have fun and if you cannot, don't spoil my fun"

After saying that he slams the door on your face, turning the music higher up.