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It had been two months already and Kanak was amazed.

Amazed that how she survived in a web of friendship with Bhaskar, amazed how things rolled smoothly between them. In which world she was living?

For her, except science, everything was terrible. And this feeling was new to her, of making a friend who made her read fictions, who gave her ice cream cones and she was happy to taste a new delicacy, who was philosophical as fuck yet comical as hell, who was slowly getting attached to her.

She wasn't addicted to anything nor anyone, but she had a small fear that may be Bhaskar would soon be her drug.

An illusion, a drug for her short lived happiness.

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