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‘She stands at the door for hours, watching you sleep.’

‘You’re kidding me!’ he exclaimed.
‘I am not. You mumble her name in your sleep too,’ she said.
‘I DO NOT!’

‘Okay, yes, the last one was a lie, but she really likes you.’
‘And Kajal?’ he asked, confused.

‘She loves you, too.’
‘And I?’

‘With that, I can’t help,’ she said and shrugged.
‘Why? I am an asshole. Why would they even like me? It’s horrible. Why

can’t they go out there and find someone who is cute and lovable and
adorable and not dying like me?’
‘For them, you must be cute and lovable and adorable and … you are not

dying,’ she said.
Dushyant broke down in tears like a little girl. He cupped his face, his

lips looked like an inverted kayak, and his eyes were little puddles of tears.
‘What happened?’

‘I … am … so sorry I was rude to you,’ he said and collected himself and
wiped the tears off. ‘I wish we could have talked before.’

‘It’s fine. Though a word of advice—don’t cry. Like, ever. You’re the bad
boy. Movies get made on you, Dushyant. You can’t afford to be a sissy.’
‘What sissy? Roger Federer cries and he is pretty kickass,’ he defended

himself.
‘Is Roger Federer more dateable and irresistible … or say Mick Jagger?’

‘Whatever.’
‘Don’t whatever me,’ she said angrily.

‘Whatever.’
They both laughed. They lay there, talking about anything that wouldn’t

remind them of what was going to happen to them. The clock touched five.
There was a shuffle of feet near the door. With Pihu’s parents, the ward
boys and Arman walked inside. Seeing her mother in tears, her tears came

back, too. Only momentarily. They pulled the curtain between Dushyant