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spirit wasn’t. Plus, Arman had just called her stunning. She had every

reason to be the happiest she had ever been. The warm, fuzzy feeling still
tickled her and the shy grin refused to wash off her face.
Once back in the room, she picked up a few of the books from the pile

and dumped them on her bed. With the fountain pen she wrote ‘Pihu
Malhotra, 2nd year, MBBS’ on each one of the books. Once that was done,

she picked up a book on cancer and flipped through the pages. It had
numerous coloured pictures interspersed with millions of bits of text. She

flipped to a random chapter and started reading through it. There would be
no exams and this only heightened her pleasure of studying medicine.

She was on the fifth page when the door opened and she saw Dushyant
walk in. He headed directly to his bed and clambered up. Two ward boys in
white overalls walked in beside him and hooked him up to all the syringes,

needles and drips.
Despite what happened earlier that morning, she didn’t feel any hatred

for him. In all of her nineteen years, she had never felt that emotion for
anybody. Though she did have a good laugh when a furious Venugopal had

said, ‘Had he not been sick, I would have taken him down.’ Pihu knew he
would do no such thing. Venugopal was a nice guy. Dushyant, on the other

hand, was battle hungry and war scarred. If anything, she felt sorry for him,
for his anger, his lack of friends and his affliction. He could fight though,
and girls love that in a man. Pihu was no different. Tense arms, anger in his

eyes, pumped chest. All he was missing was a kind heart.