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football field, on a rainy day, his T-shirt stuck to his toned torso, his hair

wet and his legs dirty. In her fantasy, she was with him on the field. Alone.
Soon, they were rolling in the mud. I am losing it! Stop it! She snapped out
of her wet 1990s Jeetendra-movie fantasy. It was only one of the dozens of

various situations where she found herself being intimate with Dr Arman.
‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ she asked with a twinkle in her doe-like eyes.

‘No, I don’t.’
‘Why don’t you? You’re smart and successful. You should have one,’ she

said and smiled at him. The nurse drew blood and she winced. Arman
winced, too.

‘I don’t have the time.’
‘Oh yes, I forget! The great Dr Arman Kashyap. How can you have time
when you’re too busy being a genius?’

She chortled and Arman looked at her in fake anger. He said, ‘Are you
making fun of me? I don’t think anyone has told you but you should know

better than to fight with your doctor or your waiter. They can kill you or pee
in your food.’

Pihu felt good to see him joke and loosen up. Usually, he was too busy
cranking his brain muscles to full capacity and bringing people back from

the dead.
‘That’s gross!’
‘The pee thing? Yes, I know. That’s why you shouldn’t mess with us.’

‘Or what will you do? Kill me even faster?’ she said.
Silence. Arman’s face contorted. She was happy to see that her absence

would matter to him. Then, she immediately chided herself for thinking too
much. Arman was at least a decade older, even though her mind reasoned

that it only made him more desirable. Successful, sane men, with
experienced hands and tongues make for better fantasies than young,

immature boys. Going by the scores of Mills & Boon books she had read,
older men always knew where to touch, where to place their tongues, where
to hold and caress … Snap out of it!

‘I thought you would be used to people dying around you. You must see
it every day, don’t you?’ she asked, breaking out of her imaginary world of