One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘I love you.’
‘I love you too. Just don’t get to see you much.’
‘Sorry, baby.’
‘Let’s move in together. That way I will see you at least.’
I became silent.
‘I will share the rent. Don’t worry.’
‘Not that, silly. But that’s a live-in. That means we are in a serious relationship.’
‘Aren’t we?’ Debu said.
I smiled at him.
‘Keep the place clean, okay?’ I said.