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Dushyant Roy

It was late and Dushyant hadn’t gone to sleep. For the last two hours, he

had been waiting for Pihu to come back from her magical date. It had been
long, so it was going well, he guessed. He would have no one else to blame

but himself if anything went wrong. After all, the stethoscope, the doctor’s
coat, the case files of interesting patients—it was all his idea for a perfect

date for Pihu. Earlier that day, when Arman was doing a routine check-up,
he had seemed to be a little tense. Dushyant wouldn’t have talked, but he
asked what was bothering him. Arman had asked him to fuck off and be

busy killing himself, but Dushyant had insisted. Long story short, Dushyant
had suggested what the perfect date for Pihu should have.

Earlier that night, when he saw Arman execute the date just like he had
suggested, he smiled and prayed for her. On second thoughts, he knew a
touch of flowers and candles wouldn’t have been that bad either. It was two

in the night when he saw Arman walk in, carrying her in his arms. How
heavy must she be? As soon as Arman left, he wanted to go over and talk to

Pihu. He also had to apologize and he had not got the time to do so till then.
But better sense prevailed and he thought he would let her soak in the

moment.
As he lay down his head on the pillow, he wondered how different his

life would have been had he respected the one girl to whom he meant the
world. Unable to curb the urge, he took out his cell phone and called the
number he should have called long back. The phone rang.

‘Hi, Kajal. Dushyant,’ he said and waited. It had been long since he heard
her voice and he wondered if the raw, sugary sweetness of her voice was

still there.