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and Valentine’s Day. That’s cute, isn’t it?’

‘Frankly, that’s creepy and a waste of money!’ he mocked.
They laughed again. In an instant, they were back to the times they had
spent together, holding hands in the empty corridors of the department of

mechanical engineering or the third floor of the library. Soon, they started
gossiping and reminiscing about all the times they had spent together. A

couple of hours had passed when Dushyant felt the pain shooting up from
his stomach again. He grumbled and growled inside but didn’t let it show

on his face again. But just as the pain crept up, he thought he should call for
assistance. The last thing he wanted was to bleed in his bed in front of Kajal

and freak her out.
‘I think I need help,’ he snarled. ‘The pain …’
‘Oh, I will just call someone!’ She panicked and rushed out.

Dushyant clutched his stomach as his insides burnt up; he heard choked
sounds from the other side of the curtain. He pulled himself away from the

bed and pulled the curtain away even as his body seemed to slowly
disintegrate. On the bed, he saw Pihu wildly flapping her hands around, her

eyes rolled over and her body furiously shaking. Before he could pull
himself to her bed, she had stopped. Still. He cried out loud as he saw her

stop moving. He shouted and shook her, but she didn’t respond. Panicking,
he slapped her a few times but her face just flopped from one side to the
other. He screamed for help. With the last bit of strength left in him, he

climbed over her bed, put both his hands to her chest and started to push it
down. It was something he had seen on television many times before. He

bent over her and breathed into her open mouth and again pounded her
chest. The pain in his body rose. The legs. The stomach. The chest. He was

falling. His eyes closed as his body slumped and fell from the bed on the
cold, hard ground. Darkness.