---Shehry's POV ---

"I'm sorry for her," Waqas said.

"It's fine," I said.

"I'll just be going. And I guess I owe you an apology on her behalf as well," he said to Trisha.

"It's okay," she said and he left.

"Shehry, woh uuumm thanks," she said.

"It's okay. Challo, we should get you home. Your parents will probably be worried since yesterday,"I said.

She nodded no.

"If they were here, then they'd worry,"she said.

"Trip par hai?" I asked.

"No. It's been three years, since they passed away,"she said.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't know otherwise I wouldn't have brought it up," I said.

"It's okay," she said.

She looked she wanted to cry, but was trying to hard to keep it in. I went and hugged her.

"It's okay. Let it out, keeping it in isn't going to help anyone,"I said.

After a few seconds, I realized that we were still at Liza's house. We should probably get out of here.

"Okay, that's enough,"I said.

After she was calm I asked her a question that I needed answered right away.

"If you don't mind me asking where do you live?" I asked.

"Well for a year, I lived with the girls. And then 2 years I lived with my boyfriend," she said.

"So, no where now?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Okay, you can stay here. If she says anything let me know. I'll try to get you a place," I said.

"Thank you," she said.

"It's okay. Hey, promise me something," I said.

"What?" She asked.

"You won't ever drink again," I said.

"I promise. I won't even look at a bottle," she said.

"Perfect. Now get some rest, it's been a long day,"I said.