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together. And what do you do? You just call me over. I am done being your

slut—’
‘I never said that.’
‘But you do treat me like that, Varun,’ she argued. ‘I wasted so many

years on you. Understanding you, being with you when your meetings
didn’t go well, trying to get what you’re going through … and what do I

get? The guy I am with still offers me a drink when he knows that I don’t
drink!’

‘I am sorry—’
‘No, I am sorry!’ she said, tears flirting with her eyelashes. She got up

and started walking towards the door.
‘You can’t go—’
‘I need some time,’ she said and closed the door of his plush apartment

behind her. Deep inside, she knew she was never coming back. By the time
she got into an auto to go back to her college, the tears had dried up. But the

realization of what life had come to struck with full force. She decided she
would go back to the hospital again some day. As the kilometres clocked in

between her and the posh building Varun lived in, she wondered how far
away they were from each other. She had never been the one for him. His

work was his only passion. She was always the mistress.
The voices of her sisters rang in her head as she snuggled into bed that
night. They hated Dushyant as much as they loved Varun. The news of

Dushyant slapping her was hard for them to digest. It’s just the start of an
abusive relationship, they had said. And she had believed them. That’s how

it all starts, they had insisted.
During the years she had spent with Varun, she had missed the passion,

the madness, her torrid relationship with the guy she knew the best—
Dushyant—and most of all, she missed the way she was when she was with

him.