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muddy football fields, crackling fireplaces and deserted metro stations.

‘I thought so too,’ he said and walked away from her. He started to check
the numbers and figures on the monitors.
‘Can you guide me through the numbers and things you’re checking for?’

she asked out of curiosity. It had been more than a year since she had
attended medical school, but her thirst for knowledge was still insatiable.

For the next one hour, they discussed her tests in excruciating detail. She
felt good when Arman admitted that she was smarter and more

knowledgeable than even a few medical-school graduates. At one point, he
even called her a freak, a mutant with an extraordinary memory for

medicine. Her schoolgirl cheeks turned scarlet as if he had complimented
her smile.
‘I think we are done for the day,’ he said. ‘Now, we just have to compile

the results and see what happens.’
‘Great!’ she said and smiled.

‘By the way, I talked to a few doctor friends in the US who are trying out
the same treatment. They are very hopeful about its success. Who knows?’

Arman didn’t look at her while he said that. He clasped his palms and
rubbed them together, like a young kid lying to his parents.

‘Thank you.’
‘You don’t have to thank me.’
‘I do. After a long time, I felt I was in a class again. It was perfect,’ she

purred and wondered if she was still blushing.
Arman leant towards her and held her hand. Her breath stuck in her

throat. The warmth of his hand, the look in his brilliant black eyes and the
creases on his forehead almost knocked her heart out. For a moment, she

was back in the muddy football field, in front of a crackling fire in a big
house, in a deserted metro station with just the two of them.

‘Everything will be okay,’ he assured her. She wasn’t listening to the
words. The words floated in her ears and she turned her to him with a blank
head and a rapidly beating heart.

‘I am sure it will,’ she said.