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Shrisha had just suffered a break up from her boyfriend Eric. They were in relation for a few years, like since grade ten. As she walks she has flash back of the time that they broke up. It was a dark evening and they were near Bhat-Bhateni. Eric had called Shrisha all of a sudden and told her that he wanted to break up with her, that he had fallen for another girl. “Sorry but I don’t love you anymore.” It was the last sentence that he said to her.  He just said those words and walked away leaving Shrisha in tears. It was just a day before and she had told one of her friends who had told Sacar. We ll it is said “ek kaan, dui kaan, maidaan” but the situation here’s more like “ek kaan, dui kaan” apparently not maidan. Sacar had suggested Shrisha that she should talk to Aryan as he knew how to deal with heart breaks.
*snap**snap* “oi we’ve reached our destination!” Shrisha jerks and looks around. It was the same café that she had left just a few hours ago. Just a few hours ago she had met with her long time high school friend here. ‘it must be coincident. They can’t know each other. After all she is Japanese.’ She thinks this asks Aryan what he’d like. “I don’t have to order anything. The brother knows what I’d order. You order” ‘heh?’ “dai! One coffee please” they wait for a while and the waiter comes out with a tray with a cup of espresso a cigarette and a cup of milk coffee. Shrisha sips her coffee and begins her tale of her breakup while Aryan patiently listens to her tale while smoking.    
They stay there for a few minutes and after all had been said and done Aryan gives his opinion on the things. He quotes “you never forget somebody you love. Somewhere in some corner of your heart that person remains. So it’s useless to try to forget him. Instead you carry on the pain that he gave to you and move on. It’s gonna be hard to move on believe me you will die daily but from the ashes you shall rise stronger than before.”  Shrisha remains silent as he quotes. “wow! You really have ways with the words eh? I wasn’t wrong to come to you”
After three rounds of coffee and some crying Shrisha finally calms down. “well I gotta go. Thanks for the suggestion. I’ll keep that in mind”  “won’t you stay here for a few more minutes?” “why?” “I have some friends coming here. I know that you’re gonna cry your eyes out when you go home so stay here for a few more time.” “you have friends besides Sacar?” “I do!” Shrisha was surprised that he had more friends besides Sacar cause Sacar had told her that he was an introvert.
Shrisha’s eyes widens as she sees a person in the ally. It was around 5pm when she arrived. Yuuki arrives and give a warm hug to Aryan.  “You know this aho?” she asks to Shrisha “we’re in the same college. He’s the guy that I was talking about to you earlier. The one who’s supposed to give me advice” and so it happens that Yuuki was the high school friend of Shrisha. They talk for a while. All during this time Yuuki was checking her watch from time to time. “Forget him. He ain’t coming. He’s sick” Aryan speaks as he holds the hand of Yuuki and stops her from checking her watch. “Let’s go to his house then” “not yet.”  And Yuuki agrees to Aryan’s decision. “Wait you aren’t gonna protest?” Shrisha asks to Yuuki “not with him. I trust him and his instincts”


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