The next day, I was working in my office when I heard someone’s knock in my room. I say come in but the person who enters makes me shocked. From when did he start to knock before coming to my room. “What happened?” I ask and he takes a seat and sits there silently. I don’t know what to say, but his silence was making me anxious. I don’t know this Sid. When he is around, people don’t get a chance to speak, and here he is silent. Something is fishy. “Did you come to sit and look at my room or do you want to say something?” I ask, and he looks distressed. “Nyla, I promise I knew nothing.” He says, and I look at him, narrowing my eyes. “What didn’t you know?” I ask and he opens his mouth to say something but close it again. I don’t know what is bothering him, but he is not saying a

