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‘But your guy is very childish. He is immature and hot-tempered. He is

not right for you,’ Varun preached like he always did.
Kajal choked on her words.
‘Are you there?’ Varun asked. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes, we broke up a few days back.’
‘Oh, you did? Why?’

‘He hit me.’
‘What? That bastard! How could he? What else did he do? Why didn’t

you tell me earlier? Wait, I am coming over,’ Varun said and disconnected
the call before Kajal could respond. He texted her to ask whether she was at

her college hostel or home. A little voice inside her wanted to ask Varun to
stay away, but it was silenced by the tears that trickled down her face. Kajal
needed her best friend. She tied her hair back loosely and ran her fingers on

her cheek where Dushyant’s hand had struck fair and square. Her pale-
white skin still bore the marks of his rough hand. Dushyant was a strong

guy, and he had not tried to restrain himself when he’d slapped her.
She saw Varun park his car in the parking lot of the Defence Colony

market. The car number ended with 0002, like every one of Varun’s
family’s cars. Varun belonged to a family with means. His father owned one

of the biggest printing presses in Delhi. Within the first year, Varun’s sharp
business acumen landed them their first multinational clients and helped
them grow at a faster rate than his father had imagined. Their 200-acre plant

swelled to 600 acres, the number of workers tripled, and they had more
clients flying in from Europe and North America than any other printing

set-up in the country. Varun had transformed a lala-type family business
into a seething, angry corporate giant.

Contrary to what Kajal thought of him at first, he was not just another
rich pretty boy in an Audi A4 labelled Dad’s Gift on the rear windshield. He

was ambitious and cut-throat. He worked eighteen hours a day, travelled
extensively for business and took his work very seriously. Kajal liked that
in him, but it was also the root of discord between them. The meetings, the

late-night flights, the investor presentations, the bank-loan agreements—
between all this, he never had time for Kajal. For the major part of their