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Kajal Khurana

Kajal sat in the passenger seat, rubbing her hands together, disappointed. It

turned out her blood group wasn’t the same as Dushyant’s. Zarah had
reasoned that guys in love often lie about having the same blood groups to

make it sound like they are meant to be. Zarah drove on, without saying
much. Kajal could sense that she was disturbed.

‘Have you ever talked to his parents, Zarah?’ Kajal said trying to break
the uneasy silence, though even she was nervous. If Dushyant was ever
intimidated by someone, it was his parents, and everyone knew Dushyant

wasn’t an easy person to intimidate.
‘No, I haven’t. He doesn’t like them. I figured it would be better not to

talk to them. I wouldn’t have if we had found a match amongst ourselves,’
Zarah said, her eyes still stuck firmly on the road.
‘Ourselves?’ Kajal looked at her in shock. Zarah was caught off guard

for a minute—her left hand fumbled with the gear and her eyes roved
around nervously.

‘I thought I would help out,’ she finally said.
Kajal didn’t say anything. Slumped back into her car seat, Kajal looked at

Zarah’s face. It was apparent that she was no longer just Dushyant’s doctor,
she was much more. That night, when Pihu had narrated every detail of

every day since Dushyant was first admitted, Kajal had conveniently
ignored the parts where she had described a nameless, faceless doctor who
never left Dushyant’s bedside. As she saw Zarah’s contorted face, the

protruding vein on her forehead, the tense hand that clutched the steering
wheel tightly, she knew the faceless doctor was her. And she knew Zarah