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‘Transplant list?’ The shock on Kajal’s face was off-putting. He regretted

saying it. He was no stranger to saying things he shouldn’t.
‘Oh … there is just a one-in-a-million chance of that happening. Nothing
is happening to me,’ he lied. Even though Arman’s words rang clearly in his

head. We will get you on the transplant list, but I don’t know if it will be any
good. The list moves slowly and your record of abuse will not go down well

with the people who decide. I think you should tell your parents. Maybe
there is a match there.

‘Your room-mate thinks you’re dying, too,’ she said, her voice cracking.
‘Are you crazy?’ He put his hand across to comfort her. ‘She is just a

wannabe medical student. And moreover, she is the one who’s dying, so
quite obviously, she is slowly losing her mind.’ He laughed. The room
reeked of death and disappointment but there was still laughter in their

hearts. She laughed.
‘I heard you’re going to London? Why is that?’ he asked.

‘Just like that.’
‘Are you sure it’s got nothing to do with Varun … or me?’ he pried.

‘Why would it be like that? Both of you are assholes. You cared too
much, he doesn’t care at all. I have always been wrong with my choices in

men. Remember Charanpreet? That sardar guy who told me in first year
that he would wait for me till the end of eternity? The guy with the big
black SUV?’

‘Yeah, the guy we beat up,’ Dushyant said with pride.
‘Yes, the same guy. But he was alone and you were with ten other guys.’

‘I had to get extra help! He was big, wasn’t he?’ he defended himself. It
was odd how the mention of other guys still made him squirm. Just

imagining Kajal with someone else was distressing. During the period of
time that they were together, Dushyant routinely found himself in drunken

brawls and fist fights with guys who made passes at her. Sometimes, they
blew up to the magnitude of fifty-people-a-side showdowns. His side
usually won. He could get beat up and he could smash heads in.

‘Yes, he was big. Maybe I should have gone to him. You know—he’s still
waiting? I still get flowers and chocolates at my doorstep every birthday