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She thought about all the times Dushyant had got drunk and harped on

about how he hated Varun with every cell in his body.
‘I don’t think so. Why don’t you just accept that you still have feelings
for him?’ He shrugged, trying to act as if he didn’t care. Kajal knew he did.

It didn’t take long for Dushyant to change from being nonchalant about
something to start breaking things.

‘I don’t. He is a friend. I’ve known him for fifteen years. How can I just
stop talking to him?’

‘Why can’t you? He dumped you. He was dating someone else while he
was still dating you. I don’t understand how you can forgive him. Don’t you

have a speck of self-respect? I just don’t like the fact that you have forgiven
him so easily. How could he do that to you? He doesn’t even respect you,’
Dushyant grumbled.

The movie ended and they exited the movie hall. Kajal felt odd as
Dushyant walked in front of her and didn’t even hold the door open.

Clearly, he wasn’t pleased.
‘Our relationship was not working. I don’t blame him,’ she reasoned.

‘You don’t blame him? You spent days crying for him.’
‘I spent days crying because he left. I felt alone and lonely. Not because I

missed him as a boyfriend but because I missed him as a friend. I had no
one to go to.’
‘And now that you have me, you still miss him? How does that work?

You have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t need him,’ Dushyant argued as they
entered a coffee shop. All this time he walked three steps ahead of her, not

meeting her eye and behaving like they weren’t together.
The waiter promptly rushed towards them and Dushyant swatted him

away rudely. The shocked waiter lingered on.
‘Water,’ Kajal indicated to the waiter. ‘And a cappuccino for him.’

Dushyant picked up the menu and acted as if the conversation was over.
‘He means nothing to me. Believe me. He is just a friend. And it doesn’t
matter if I talk to him. I love you and nothing changes that.’

‘Well. I am fine. Whatever. You talk to him, you sleep with him. I don’t
care.’