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Ankit had known Poonam for a long time. They were the best of friends and were there for each other. They were both introverts but could spend hours in each other's company. They understood one another and enjoyed the peace it got.
Their lives were poles apart, with Ankit having a lavish lifestyle, being the son of a successful businessman. He had everything a person could wish for, but his parents never had the time for him. He wasn't a materialistic guy. When he drove around in his Mercedes or used the latest iPhone, people called him a show-off, but it was just his means to an end. His friends were intimidated by him and termed his self-esteem as rudeness.
Poonam, on the other end, lived with her mom in a small flat. Her father had run away with their neighbour when she was 15 and they just had each other to support. After years of legal battle, they had been able to acquire a house, along with some investments in shares and gold. But emotionally, they were shattered. Her mother struggled to raise a child on her own and protecting herself and her young daughter from prying eyes.
Their loneliness and sadness somehow became a bonding agent in their friendship. But lately, Ankit sensed romantic feelings developing in Poonam towards him. There was a constant effort to get his attention through expensive gifts, physical intimacy, and long outings. Ankit tried his best to balance the relationship and not hurt her.
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Every time Ankit had a day off, Poonam would make plans to hang out together. But today, her actions were suspicious. She looked nervous, like she was debating on whether she should do something or not, she took him for a movie with recliner seats, spending a lot more than was needed. And to top it all, the movie wasn't a hit, plus owing to the weekday, the theatre was scarcely occupied. Ankit wanted to object but waited to see what lay ahead. He didn't have to wait long.
Half an hour into the movie, Poonam asked him out of the blue: "Do you think my breasts are too big?"
Poonam had the habit of interfering during the movies, so Ankit had developed a habit of ignoring her.
Calling out again, she said, "Anki-i-i-it!"
Whenever she stretched out his name, he knew he was needed. "Yeah Poonam, what is it," he asked, looking her way.
"Do you think my breasts are too big?"
She always said stupid things, wanting to feel appreciated for her looks, but this was different.
"You are beautiful Pooh, you know that. As for your breasts, how shall I know?. I've never seen them, right?" He tried to brush it off.
He went back to seeing the movie as she continued to fidget in her seat. He held her hand and indicated her to watch the movie.
She pulled at his hand in some time, diverting his attention. He noticed that she had reclined her seat and the top two buttons of her shirt were undone.
"What would you say now," was all she said.
