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Pihu had never felt more uncomfortable. Her fingers were still trembling

and she had no idea what she should say next. The moments just gone by
had seared themselves in her brain and she knew there was no forgetting
them.

‘Thank you,’ she whishpered.
No one said a word as slowly they slipped into each other’s arms again.

She rested her head on Arman’s strongly built chest and heard his heartbeat
rise and fall periodically. Sometimes she felt his fingers on her face,

brushing away the strands of hair that hovered over her eyes.
‘Are you scared about tomorrow?’ he asked.

‘Not any more,’ she replied and looked at him adoringly.
‘I am scared,’ he said, the mother of all fears in his eyes. ‘I don’t want to
lose you.’

‘You’re doing your best not to lose me,’ she assured him. ‘And think
about it, had I not been inflicted with this disease, I would have never met

you. This is destiny, isn’t it?’
‘That doesn’t make this any better,’ he said, his heart now a twisted heap

of emotions. It showed on his face and Pihu didn’t know how to make it
better. It was ironical because she couldn’t remember herself being more

satisfied with how things were.
Pihu didn’t let go of Arman’s hand till late in the night and only
unclasped it when she realized that it was late and he had other things to do.

She pretended to drift off and smiled when he tucked her in and kissed her
forehead.

Of the nineteen years that had gone by, she was convinced that there was
never a night more gratifying than the one she had just lived.