Ishana: Go and check the door. Someone's there.
Abhi: Yeah, right...
(I totally forgot about that.)
Ishana: If it's my brother at the door, tell him I'm in the shower.
Abhi: Okay.
(I went to open the door.)
Staff: Hello, sir! We're very sorry to disturb you, but your outfit is here. Mr. Mark asked us to deliver it, and he also mentioned he'll be waiting for you in the lobby.
Abhi: Okay... but do you know what this is? (I pointed at the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door knob.)
Staff: Uhh... I'm sorry, I didn't quite get what you mean.
Abhi: (I removed the sign and showed it to him.)
This. What is this?
Staff: Yes... sir, it's a "Do Not Disturb" sign.
Abhi: Oh, that's great—you can see. Now tell me, do you understand what this sentence means?
Staff: Yes, sir. It means guests want privacy, and no one should disturb them.
Is there something wrong, sir?
Abhi: Oh! Since you can see and do understand the meaning—tell me, what did you do wrong just now?
Staff: I... I'm really sorry, sir, but—
Abhi: But?! What? Do you think I'm standing here to listen to your stupid excuses?!
Staff: N-no sir... It's just—we heard the owner of the hotel is staying here today, and we were told it's either you or Mr. Mark. So we... couldn't say no to his orders.
Hotel Manager: Hello, sir. Is something wrong?
Abhi: Ask your staff.
Hotel Manager: Mr. Abhi, sir!! I didn't realize you were here...
Abhi: That's not the point. Is this how you hire your staff? Last night it was that clueless girl, and now him...
Hotel Manager: I sincerely apologize, sir. I'll speak to them personally.
Do you even realize who he is? He's the owner of this hotel.
Staff: What?!
Abhi: You didn't need to reveal that.
Hotel Manager: Sorry, sir.
Abhi: You can go now.
Staff: Y-yes, sir.
Hotel Manager: You go first. I'll return in a moment. I need to discuss something with the owner.
Abhi: I'm not here for business. If there's anything you need, follow the legal procedure to contact me.
Hotel Manager: Understood, sir. We'll follow protocol.
Abhi: Good. Now leave.
(I shut the door.)
Ugh... these stupid staff members.
Ishana(thinking): I went in to shower after Abhi left to open the door.
Wait... did I forget something?
Clothes.
Damn! I don't have any clothes to wear—and I threw that damn lingerie on the floor. It's wet too. Now what?
Should I ask Abhi to bring something for me?
No... I don't want to walk out in a towel—especially after last night. He'll totally get the wrong idea.
Ugh... I guess I can just call out to him from here.
Ishana: Uhh, Abhi... are you there?
Abhi(hearing her voice): What?
Ishana: I... don't have any clothes to wear. Can you bring me something?
Abhi: Oh, right. The clothes are here already. I'll get them—open the door.
Ishana: Okay. (I opened the door slightly to take the clothes.)
Abhi(thinking): The outfit... oh—it's a saree. A plain black saree with a glittery border. It's beautiful. I wonder how she'll look in this.
Does she even know how to wear a saree?
Well, her brother arranged it—maybe he knows. (I passed her the saree.)
Ishana: Thanks.
Abhi: Hmm.
Ishana(thinking): Wait... what is this? A saree?! Why?! I don't even know how to wear one...
Okay, relax, Ishana. First, wear the inner layers. We'll figure out the saree later.
(I put on the saree shapewear first, then picked up the blouse.)
Why does this have a zipper on the back? How am I supposed to close it? My hands can't reach that far!
Ugh... this has to be my brother's idea—he knows I can't wear this properly.
I'm stuck.
Do I really need to ask Abhi for help again?
Huhh... Abhi! Are you there?
Abhi(thinking): I was waiting for her to come out. I really wanted to see how she looks in that saree.
Then I heard her call me.
Abhi: Yeah? What happened? Is something wrong?
Ishana: Problem? Uh, yeah. Actually... I need your help with the zipper on my blouse. If you don't mind...
Abhi: Uh... okay. Come out then.
Ishana: Okay. (I picked up the saree and stepped out of the bathroom. He was standing right there in front of me...)