Armaan
"Sir, why were you scolding me? You were the one who asked me to do it." Radha's voice trembles. She looks at me, on the verge of crying.
I don't have the time to appease her. Can't she be smart for once?
"Radha, I don't have time to console you right now. It was all an act. Now, you can leave. Clean this up and take these glasses with you."
She nods like a puppy drenched in rain, and I start whacking my brain for more ideas again. This one failed, but it did buy me more time. How about I delay her from leaving? Won't that change her mind?
Her excitement will dampen, and then she will think that she doesn't want to go. I have high expectations for this new technique of mine. I start pacing softly in our room, ignoring Radha, who is glancing at me now and then.
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