2 States The Story Of My Marriage

‘What?’
‘I know what guys want.’
‘You don’t. And try to stay away from wrong numbers.’
We left Barista and drove back in her spacious Honda. I realised this Honda
could be mine if only I didn’t believe in stupid things like love.
‘What should I tell my mother? Dolly asked.
‘Say you didn’t like me.’
‘Why? She’ll ask.’
‘It’s easy to slam an IITian down. Say I am a geek, boring, lecherous,
whatever,’ I said.
‘She doesn’t understand all that,’ Dolly said.
‘OK, tell her Krish has no plans to continue in the bank. He’ll quit in a few
years to be a writer.’
‘Writer?’
‘Yes.’
‘You are too hi-fi for me,’ she said as we reached her house.