With Interest.
The next day, Vijay took me to his home. The Singh Mansion. As lavish as the Malhotras. I never understood the concept of these large houses. There were less people and more rooms. Everything was pretentious. Boring. Lifeless. The hall was well lit with huge chandeliers. Mr. Singh in his casuals, was taking a drag from his cigar. Bald. Round frame Specs. A casual grey tee and white pajamas. He smiled as he read his k****e. "Dad." Vijay mumbled. I stood beside Vijay. We both wore hoodies. He was in purple. I was in black. I was actually homeless. Vijay just looked homeless. Mr. Singh didn't even move his eyeball. Vijay coughed. Mr. Singh finally looked at us. "Vijay..." He put down his k****e. His bald head shined with the ample light coming from the large glass windows. "This is the
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