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a much better person than you are. At least he knows how to treat girls and
not hit his own girlfriend after getting drunk!’
She looked away from him and picked up a book. He saw her chest rising
and falling rapidly with every breath. For a few seconds, he couldn’t absorb
fully what she had just said. It didn’t take him long to realize what she was
talking about, but he was infinitely shocked. How could she know? He was
embarrassed, intrigued and angry—all at the same time! His heart shrank to
the size of a raisin as he thought about what he had done. Slowly, as his
own breathing stabilized, he wondered if Kajal had been visiting Pihu to ask
her about him. He smiled beneath his furrowed eyebrows—his face fuming.
‘How do you know?’ he grumbled. Pihu didn’t budge and pretended to
read. ‘I asked you something—how do you know?!’
‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ she replied and pulled the curtain between
them.
He pulled the curtain back to its original position. ‘Can you tell me?
Please?’ he begged, half-heartedly.
‘I need to go to the washroom,’ she said and grabbed at her crutches.
Awkwardly, she pushed her lifeless legs to the edge of the bed and let them
hang from it. The crutches were a little out of reach for her outstretched
hands. ‘Do you mind?’ she looked at Dushyant and pointed in the direction
of the crutches.
Dushyant nodded and stepped out of his bed. He dragged the hanger with
the drips along with him, moved to her side and handed over the crutches to
her. Pihu walked gawkily to the washroom, falling over twice, only to be
helped up by Dushyant, who walked right beside her.
‘See, I told you we would have each other’s backs,’ Pihu said. ‘Now we
are even. We are 1–1!’ She closed the door and Dushyant waited for her to
finish inside.
‘I’m done,’ she said as she opened the door. Dushyant helped her walk
back to her bed and climb up. Then he returned to his. She opened her book
and started to read.
‘You can read later. Can you please tell me how you know about me?’