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'Sometimes I think I fell in love because you are the perfect partner. One who listens and doesn't talk back. Confined to bed, you have little chance to go astray. I can control the length of your facial hair, your hairstyle so you look like the way I want you to and not go on a no-shave November. Beard's not for handsome boys like you; you have nothing to hide.'
She runs her hand over my face.
'You will be all right. It will be such a waste of a good life if you don't wake up.'
She shakes her head.
'You know what I'm looking forward to most? For you to wake up and photograph me. Naah, not for the 54 followers on Instagram. For myself. I want to know how you will see me. Will you hate me? Will you like me? I keep thinking about it every night, imagining various scenarios. In most, you're grateful to me because I saved your life but then you walk off with a nice girl.'
She turns towards me.
'You make me want to be nice again. Be good and kind. Isn't that something, Ananth? You make me want to believe in love . . . you . . . were supposed to be my story. Instead, you changed mine.' She then puts her arm around me and closes her eyes. She whispers.
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