Episode_1

‘Relax, Palak, don’t cry. I told your mom that you were with Avantika. And that you’re

fine. You really don’t remember where your phone is?’ he asked her.

She shook her head and tears streamed down her cheeks in full flow. Thank God for Deb!

‘Okay, just go wash your face and then I will drop you home,’ Deb said to her and she

left.

‘Benoy? Are you CRAZY?’ Deb almost shouted.

‘What, Dada? She is your friend not mine. I can’t help it if she is crazy.’

‘She is not supposed to be here. You got her here. You are the one who is crazy, not her.

And what would I say to Avantika? You have screwed me, man!’

‘Why are you so afraid of Avantika?’ I asked.

‘I am not. I just like not to screw up things with her,’ Deb said.

‘Whatever, I am sorry,’ I said. ‘Do you want me to drop her home?’

‘No, I will do it. Anyway, how is your hangover? Better?’ he asked, concerned. I nodded;

he was my brother after all. He even looked like me. He was just a shade shorter than me,

but he never agreed on that. We weren’t the best-looking people in the world, but we had

something in common—a dimple, a facial deformity, and it was probably the only good

thing about us. Lately, we had been working out together to get ourselves a perfect set of

abs, but till then, we were sexually very unappealing.

‘Can we go?’ Palak gulped, as she stood at the bedroom door, still crying softly.

‘ Sure '.

She was yet to exchange a single word with me or establish eye contact with me. Deb

helped her down the stairs. Bai looked at her, surprised.

‘Bye, Palak,’ I said as those two were leaving through the door

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She did not say anything, just looked at me and gave me a half-hearted smile.

‘I am fine,’ Palak told Deb as she got inside Deb’s car.

‘I am going to talk to you later about this, Benoy. All this nonsense has to stop,’ Deb said as he opened his car door. ‘And this is the last time I am going to help you with your

crushes.’

We shook hands and he said, ‘And one more thing, Benoy. Go to the kitchen or somewhere. She just said she puked in your house last night. And she is sorry about it.’

****! **** her! **** her! Crush? Bullshit.

Well, at least I could drink again. Later, I found her cell phone in the kitchen. I had no intention of returning it. She had puked in my house.

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...Next day.....

The morning did not start well. I had cleaned up someone else’s puke and the smell was still somewhere in my head. I had images of her puking in my sink going through my mind all morning and she was no longer cute to me! Filthy.

All this while, my phone kept ringing. It was Eshaan and he kept calling incessantly. I had

a ground rule—never answer Eshaan’s call until he calls you for the sixth time. If he

called less than five times then it had to be something frivolous........

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