Page 59 - Half Girlfriend

‘Shut up, fatso,’ Shailesh said. ‘Listen, you have to go. If you want

to get close to this girl, you have to meet these people one day
anyway.’
‘They will judge me. I can’t dress or talk like them.’

‘What nonsense. Just wear a nice white shirt. Borrow mine,’

Shailesh said.
I kept quiet.

‘Better get it over and done with,’ Raman said after a pause.
‘What do you mean?’ I said.

‘Boss, her rich and classy Marwari family is never going to
approve of a villager. You, me and the rest of us here know that,’

Raman said.
‘The boy is a state-level basketball player and studies at St.

Stephen’s College. Isn’t that sonething?’ Shailesh said.
Raman smirked.

‘Still a Bihari farm boy, no?’ he said.

I trembled. The image of rich judgemental parents in a giant
bungalow flashed across my mind.
‘You’re killing his confidence,’ Ashu said. ‘Damn, he loves her,

okay?’

‘So?’ Raman said.
‘She came to his room, no? Ashu said. ‘Madhav, boss, she came to

your room right? Knowing you’re a Bihari?’
‘She wants to visit Bihar,’ I said.

‘There you go.' Ashu said.
Raman rolled his eyes.

‘Go to the party. At least you’ll get free food,’Ashu said and
‘patted’ my back again. Fatso hits so hard, it hurts for days.