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‘How do you know I fought with her?’

Another drag. Her responses were getting slower. So were his. It wasn’t
the weed clouding his senses that drew him to her. It wasn’t her
overpowering scent, her piercing brown eyes, the olive skin or the supple

body that he wanted to feel in his rough hands and leave savage bite marks
on. What drew him to her was her nonchalance, the hidden anger, the

restlessness in her eyes, the tiny slit marks on her wrists and the belief that
she belonged to the same tribe as his. One of dejection, longing and

crushing loneliness. ‘I was standing outside when I heard your voice. I
couldn’t help but eavesdrop. I told you I would see you in the night, didn’t

I?’
‘Could you hear us talking?’
‘You were shouting.’

‘Shit.’
‘Ex-girlfriend?’ she asked, even though she knew the answer to her

question, her eyes firmly on him.
Dushyant didn’t answer for a bit. At a distance, he could see the bunch of

lights he recognized as his college hostel. He wondered if Kajal was back in
her hostel room … or with Varun. Was she still thinking of him? Was she

crying? Did she tell Varun where she’d been?
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘We broke up two years back. I did something stupid and
she left me. I tried to win her back, but she was gone. I hadn’t seen her

since then,’ he mumbled and wondered if he should tell her what had
happened that night.

‘She wants to come back?’
‘I don’t know what she wants,’ he said and climbed on to the ledge.

Unlike Zarah, who was at ease with her legs dangling on the other side of
the ledge, he was petrified. The hundred-foot drop made his heart pump

fiercely.
‘Careful,’ Zarah said and laughed boisterously. Unhindered and
unpretentious. He looked admiringly at the sharpness of her nose, the

cheekbones and the perfectly fitting trousers. Too stunning to be a doctor,