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‘I drove her away, Dhruv. I made sure she would never look back.’
‘. . .’
‘I slept with women, I started getting drunk more often, I shouted, I screamed

and I fought with her. I made her hate me. I made myself loathsome.’
Dhruv listened to it, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of it all.
‘She put up with it for a couple of years. But then she found love.’

‘That’s why you didn’t fight for her? Because you actually tried to push her
away?’
His father nodded. ‘I couldn’t see her unhappy any more.’ His father laughed

sadly at his devious, destructive, stupid, brilliant plan. Dhruv tried to piece
together the memories of his childhood.
‘Does she know you did this for her happiness?’

‘Look at me. Do I look like a man who’s strong enough?’
Dhruv couldn’t think straight. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Obviously, I told her! I, like a complete fool, told her how much I had

sacrificed for her. I went to her place and said this in front of her husband.’
‘Why did you do that?’ asked Dhruv, looking at his father, the flawed hero.
‘I was drunk. And maybe I thought she would fall in love with me seeing me

being selfless! Maybe it was all a selfish pursuit.’
‘Huh.’
‘Men are petty, Dhruv. We need recognition for the sacrifices we make for

our women. Your mother never complained about the ten years she had spent
with me without a shred of happiness. But I complained every day.’ Dad started
laughing, slightly at first and then loudly, and Dhruv joined in and they both

laughed and laughed and laughed.

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