It was
turning boring every moment. The game. And it was surprising to see the two of
them still interested, not considering the kid. I could still understand Neetu’s enthusiasm for it since
I looked upon her as a beauty without the brain. But what of Farhan? And why
was he deliberately losing the game? No amount of brain racking could put that
puzzle together. Finally I had to ask him. He took me aside and whispered, “How
does that matter if I am losing? I am having a great time.” He then looked at
Neetu. Looked back at me and winked. With a click the puzzle set itself in
place. I instantly knew what he meant.
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