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‘Can I come?’ she asked impatiently.

‘No, I think you should be with Dushyant right now,’ she said and told
her where they had taken him.
‘I don’t think I can watch him like this,’ she cried out and crumpled into

a heap near the bedpost. Zarah, on noticing there was someone who was
much more disturbed than she was, finally jolted herself back to her senses.

She helped Kajal sit on the bed and reassured her that she would do
anything and everything to get him a donor. Kajal, still weeping, whispered

that she would be ready to donate if the need arose. Zarah knew finding a
donor was tough, given the red tape, shortage of dead people with usable

livers and the rising number of old alcoholics with plenty of money to
spare. Transplanting livers from living patients was monstrously expensive
and she wondered if Dushyant alone could afford it. It was a long,

complicated surgery and usually cost more than 15 lakh rupees. As she sat
there patting and consoling Kajal, Pihu’s parents came rushing in, crying.

They sat beside their daughter and kept asking her what had happened. Pihu
had no answers for them—she just stared at them with a blank expression

on her face.
‘You just stay here; I will be back in a bit and update you on how he is

doing,’ she said and got up to leave the room and talk to Arman about it.
Just then, a voice called out her name: ‘Zarah?’
Zarah looked back to see Pihu call out her name. ‘Yes?’

‘What happened?’ Pihu asked. ‘And … And … I can’t move my hands.’
‘You were about to choke to death. I think your heart stopped too. The

nurse just told me that Dushyant resuscitated you. He saved you,’ she said
and left the room, as four pairs of stunned eyes followed her.