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She tried not to think about the time before the experimental drugs had

worked, but that’s exactly how she started to think about it. When she had
to be fed with someone else’s hand, when her tongue used to be paralysed
and she would choke on it. She had been trying not to think about it, but

Dushyant brought those memories flooding back into her head. She
imagined someone cutting her throat open and inserting a tube so that she

could breathe normally. She was crying now.
Just then, she heard the door open. The curtain hid most of the person

who had just come in, but she could make out from the silhouette that it was
a girl. The lack of a doctor’s coat told her it wasn’t Zarah. She strained her

neck to see who it was but couldn’t.
‘What are you doing here?’ she heard Dushyant say.
‘I wanted to see how you were doing. I was worried.’ The girl’s voice

quivered. It was a very feminine voice. Almost like whipped strawberry
cream on chocolate. Sweet as hell.

‘You didn’t need to come. I don’t need you. And I am fine,’ Dushyant
grumbled. Pihu noticed the same rudeness again.

‘Don’t say that,’ she said. ‘They called me up. Your doctors … They said
you could have tumours. I was scared. What’s happening, Dushyant?’ she

prodded, her sweet nightingale voice almost putting Pihu to sleep. Her
voice was the truth.
‘Why do you care?’

‘Because I do.’
‘You don’t need to,’ he said. ‘Does Varun know you’re here?’

‘No, he doesn’t.’
‘Are you going to tell him?’

‘It doesn’t matter whether I do or not. I don’t think he needs to know,’
she said.

‘Are you guys still together?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Good,’ he said and paused. ‘So now that you have seen that I am okay, I

think you should leave.’