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By the time Shravan reached the bedroom after cooling off his grandfather, he heard the loud music coming from a small speaker on the bedside table.

And Drishti was dancing to the fast music on the bed, with total abandon.

Her eyes were closed, and her hands and hips were swaying in rhythm to the music.

His lips formed a thin line, realising that nothing seems to affect her in any way.

She had an argument with him in the afternoon. Then she had an argument with his grandfather in the evening. And now she is dancing away on his bed, with no care for the world.

He walked towards the speaker and switched it off.

"Break ya fuckin' neck, bitches

Yeah, yeah, here we go now," Drishti sang loudly, off-pitch, without realising the music had stopped.

Shravan folded his arms across his chest and glared at her, waiting for her to notice his presence.

"The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck," Drishti trailed off, suddenly realising her voice was heard in the room.

She opened her eyes and