"Ah, uh, actually..."
"You checked on us last night", I accused, not breaking eye contact. Finally, he admitted it.
"Yeah, but just because I needed something from you."
His excuse was as flimsy as his sleepy expression, and I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Seriously, she woke up in the middle of the night during that storm, came to my tent with some lame excuse about not wanting to disturb your precious sleep with her screaming, but was perfectly fine ruining mine with her disgusting presence", I said with a sarcastic smile. Atharv just stared at me, wide-eyed. "Okay, I get that you don't want to be judged by a man you've hardly spoken to, but that still doesn't justify Ariv Singhania being an unpaid babysitter available 24/7, even in the middle of the night", I added, waiting for a response.
But before Atharv could say anything, the scene was interrupted by the most chaotic entry of the morning As we saw Reet entering the tent 
"Oh hey, guys! What are you- "
Reet's toe caught on the handle of Atharv's opened suitcase as she stepped forward, landing smack inside it, her body curling up perfectly to fit into the suitcase that was half-filled with Atharv's clothes.
"Ahhhh" She winced in pain while Atharv and I just stared, expressionless, as she lay there, wincing in pain.
"Seriously, who even needs a tent", Atharv whispered.
"When you can carry your own personal tent everywhere", I finished
We stood there, stone-faced, as Reet struggled to extricate herself from the suitcase like a cat trying to escape a cardboard box. Atharv, clearly unimpressed, remarked, "So, leaving this girl here alone seemed like a brilliant idea to you?"
I barely glanced at him. "I don't care. Just pack your stuff and come to my tent."
"As if! I'm not cramming all this junk back into the suitcase just to move it again," he snapped.
I shot him a withering glare.
"Okay, fine," he sighed. "How about we let her stay here until we're done, and then we can summon her when we're finished?"
I looked at him, genuinely amazed at his innocence. Clearly, he had no idea what kind of walking catastrophe Reet was.
"Finally!" Reet exclaimed as she managed to stand up after her Olympic-level struggle. But, true to form, the second she was upright, she slipped again and flopped back onto the suitcase like it was a crash mat. "Ahhh, not again!" she shrieked, and we just stood there, blinking at the spectacle.
"You really think leaving this 'genius' alone in a tent is a good idea?" I asked, gesturing at the chaos. "Imagine coming back and finding our tent turned into a pile of ashes."
"Ahhhh, help me, you idiot, Ariv!" Reet yelled, still tangled in the suitcase. Our eyes stayed glued to her, but our brains were engaged in a fierce debate on how to deal with this situation.
Atharv raised an eyebrow at my comment, and I just shrugged. "You never know with her."
He finally let out a deep, resigned sigh and got up to stand by the suitcase where Reet was flailing about. The moment she locked eyes with him, you could practically see the shock radiating through her. Her face turned a shade of red that would make a tomato jealous, and her eyes bulged out like a cartoon characters.
"Reet," Atharv said in a tone so icy it could freeze lava, "feel free to exit the suitcase whenever you're ready."
Reet, suddenly in a panic, blurted out, "Yes, yes, sure, sure, I will, I will!" Then, as if on cue, she turned to me. "Ariv!" she shouted-no, she commanded, as if I was her personal butler.