Mishti: Help! It’s 11 p.m. when I text Megha.
Megha: Your life should be declared an emergency and President’s rule must be imposed.
Mishti: Mr. Perfectly Fine asked me if I would be his girlfriend.
Megha: Wow! Please name the guy. I am picturing two different guys bent on their knees and your hand in their hand.
Mishti: Haw, Megha, how can you think of Vikram? He does not exist. I’m talking about Saahil.
Megha: Oh, the nice guy. Just the one you prescribed for yourself. What did you say?
Mishti: Well, he’s Saahil. How could I say no?
Megha: Hey, I need details.
Mishti: He held my hand most of the time while we watched a series on Netflix with my parents.
Megha: Wow! Ballsy… huh?
Mishti: Oh, he was careful of my parents. We went into my room later, and he told me that he likes me
