One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘What do you mean? So I didn’t come to a stupid banker thing. Big deal.’
I stood up and slammed my fist on the table.
‘It was not a stupid banker thing. It was my thing. I got a huge bonus this week. This was the
celebration. I wanted you to meet my team. I wanted them to meet you. Don’t you get it?’
‘Sit down. Can we eat dinner?’ he said.
‘I don’t want to eat,’ I screamed.
‘Don’t throw a tantrum. Are you drunk?’
‘No,’ I said.
‘A bit high?’
‘It doesn’t matter. I can still think more clearly than you.’
‘What?’
‘You need to change your job. Every day you bicker about the politics. What are you going to
do about it?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Of course you do. Are you happy at your job?’
‘Not exactly.’
‘However, you are stuck there. So you need to go out there and apply again.’
‘BBDO is prestigious. How to leave it?’
‘Screw prestigious. If your group is not good, change. There is stuff happening in digital
advertising. You tell me about it so much. Find a job in that.’
‘I can’t. It’s not easy. And they are start-ups and uncertain.. .’
‘Whatever, Debu! So stay here, fine. But quit complaining so much.’
‘I can’t even share and vent with you?’
‘You can. But at some point, do something about it. You don’t, Debu. You don’t do anything
about us. You don’t do anything about the job you don’t like.’
‘What do you mean I don’t do anything about us?’
‘My mother calls me every week. She wants me to start looking at boys. I tell you every time
she says that. Do you ever take the hint?’
He kept quiet. I had brought out all the touchy topics at one go.
‘You have seen how my career is going at the moment. If only it was okay, I would have
thought about it.’
‘So do something about the career, Debu,’ I said.
I left the room. I took a shower and went to bed. I switched off all the lights.
Debu changed and slid into bed next to me. He placed his arm around me. I brushed it aside.
‘Come here, baby,’ he said.
‘Go to sleep,’ I said.