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tank top, slightly torn jeans and chappals, she didn’t look like an

engineering student at all. And then it struck him; Kajal may no longer be
an engineering student after a few days. Although rich, she had never
seemed like the type who would quit engineering midway because life was

too short to do uninteresting shit and go dancing to London to do a course
which had no academic value. And of course, to have sexual intercourse

with white men with different accents. But then again, Pihu had added that
Kajal’s decision had something to do with her break-up with Varun. That

bastard!
Dushyant’s hatred for Varun was multilayered and very complex. The

most obvious reason was Varun sleeping with his girlfriend. But then again,
it wasn’t the only reason. Varun was rich and accomplished beyond any
girl’s criterion. He came from a family of millionaires, but he had added a

few millions of his own, too, into the bulging accounts of his father’s
clandestine bank accounts in countless European countries. He hated almost

everything about him. The cars. The places he went to. The first-class
flights he took. The opulent flat he never lived in. The slicked hair. The

perfect tone of talking. The first time he met him—and that’s when
Dushyant and Kajal were dating—he had decided not to like the guy and

the feeling of revulsion had only grown with time.
‘You look amazing,’ he said as Kajal sat down by his side.
‘You don’t look too bad either. A little thinner, but I never liked your

muscles anyway,’ she chuckled. Dushyant saw her eyes rove over all the
drips and needles that plunged deep into him and kept him alive.

‘You loved them! You couldn’t keep your hands off them!’ he poked.
‘Naah. That was just because you worked so hard and I didn’t want to

disappoint you.’
That was correct. She had never disappointed him. I am an asshole.

‘Are you feeling any better?’ she asked.
‘A little. Though there is a shooting pain every time the effect of the
painkillers wears off. My liver and kidneys are shot. They have put me on

the transplant list, just in case,’ he said. He conveniently missed out the fact
that he might not make it to the next month.