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A steady breeze rustled the leaves of the trees in Nehru Park and made the clothes hanging out on the railings of the houses surrounding it flutter ghostily. The Park was deserted, the time being 2 A.M., except for three people who were standing in a triangle near the henna bushes.
A tall bespectacled girl with tangled brown hair stood at one end, her usually alert grey eyes heavy and tired. But she still stood upright, never slouching.
“I gave everything for this.” She locked eyes with the denimmed boy at the apex of the triangle. “You have to.”
Before he had a chance to reply, however, the short girl with a long black ponytail at the other end addressed him.
“I know you’re not a bad person,” she said, her soft brown eyes pleading. “What we had was not all fake, you know. We laughed at your name, remember?” She was trying to be strong and not let them see her cry. “I beat you at badminton.” She smiled sorrowfully.
The tall girl was starting to say something, but the boy didn’t hear it. A loud ringing filled his ears and-