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‘As a matter of fact, I am,’ he retorted. ‘You are stupid and throwing your

life away. Now the fewer questions you have, the better for you.’
Dushyant felt offended, but before he could say something, another
doctor, a girl, entered, dressed in a doctor’s coat that fit her snugly around

her tiny waist and well-endowed chest. Her heels looked a little out of place
in a room where someone was dying, but they looked good on her well-

built yet slender legs. Her naturally tanned skin shone and Dushyant’s pain
died out for the few seconds that he spent looking at her, imagining her in

various scenarios, with and without the heels and the overcoat.
‘This is Dr Zarah. She will take the tests and try to keep you alive if you

decide to cooperate with her. Do you understand?’ he asked him
condescendingly.
He was stumped and didn’t know what to say. The girl standing behind

Arman looked more amicable, even though her expression remained
unchanged. Arman piled the girl with medical mumbo-jumbo before he

moved over to the other side. He saw him pull the curtain and block the
disgusted faces of Pihu’s parents out of view. Was he that repulsive?

‘Is he always like this?’ Dushyant asked Zarah as she tied a strap around
his arm.

‘More or less. It’s been just a few weeks for me too. But he is a brilliant
doctor and he will end up saving your life,’ she answered. He noticed the
sharp nose and the light-brown eyes. The lipstick was immaculately done;

the outline matched her bronzed skin perfectly.
‘My life? You guys already know what I have, don’t you?’ he asked, a

little scared. He wanted a smoke, a beer and maybe a snort of a line of
cocaine.

‘You had another seizure last night. The problem can be neurological too.
We are still looking at it.’

‘What? Neurological? You mean something is wrong with my brain?’
‘We’re not sure. It might be a tumour or a clot somewhere. We need to do
a full-body scan and an MRI.’

‘When?’