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‘How’s he?’

‘He is alive. He has tumours and a failing liver.’
‘Will he live?’
‘I think he will, but he is in real bad shape,’ she said and added to

exaggerate, ‘Though the doctors aren’t very hopeful. They are still to figure
out many symptoms.’

‘I hope he gets well soon. He was always a little screwed up,’ he said and
sat at a distance. One leg calmly crossed over the other, and he reached for

the remote. ‘Want to watch a movie today?’
‘Isn’t that what we do every day?’ she asked, now angry. ‘And I just told

you someone is dying and this is your reaction? Let’s watch a movie? Do
you even care about what I want?’
Her eyes sized up the guy she had been with for two years. He wasn’t the

same guy she had known when she was younger—the older, wiser guy who
could make everything all right with just a few kind words. Their

perspectives were different now, and that had more to do with her
discontentment than the seven-year age difference between them.

‘I am not having this fight again today!’ he growled, his voice rising.
‘WHY NOT? It’s not that we meet every day. Half the time, you’re out of

town, and when you do have time for me, all you do is get drunk and fuck
me. Or well, watch a movie.’
‘Excuse me—’

‘I am tired of this, Varun!’
‘Is this because of that guy you saw in the hospital?’

‘His name is Dushyant. Do you remember? Dushyant. I dated him before
I dated you.’

‘I DO REMEMBER,’ he snapped. They were standing right next to each
other. Varun towered over Kajal who was staring right at him. ‘The bastard

who hit you and you came crying to me!’ he shouted, his hands flailing all
over the place.
‘Just because he hit me doesn’t make you better, Varun. Day after day, I

wait for you to come back to Delhi so that we can spend a little time