Me: What are we going to do now?
D: I don’t know. What do you think?
Me: I don’t know? What do you think? Oh wait – we already covered you.
D: Why don’t we start making plans for just the two of us and maybe he will get the hint?
Me: You think that’ll work?
D: Of course it will.
We made plans to go out for walks, shop, and watch movies, but because it was never established that by we we meant just the two of us, AP tagged along everywhere anyway.
After a week, we abandoned the apartment with the colorful walls and the huge terrace and the almost-French windows because it was too small for us.
It drove me raging-bull-mad, so one day I decided to rip the band-aid off myself. I was like a ninja on the prowl – I waited all day to find an opportunity to have the tough conversation with him.
Anyway. We finally found an apartment that we all liked, and we decided to move. It was a 3 bedroom house on Road no. 10, Banjara Hills. We didn’t need three bedrooms, but D and I were desperate. We needed a room of our own where we could have the clean fights and the dirty sex.
The moving day finally arrived, and so did N, a colleague of AP’s. She had promised to help him move, and she reached, as promised, at 10 am. We had met her a few times before, and she seemed like a nice girl. We were done moving by lunch time, and decided to order pizza as we unpacked.
N helped me set up the kitchen, while D and AP went about setting up two of the three bedrooms.
What are you going to do with the third room, N asked just as we all sat down to eat.
I don’t know, maybe we’ll create a guest room in case any of our parents come to stay, I responded.
AP chimed in. But parents will come only once in six months. Why don’t you move in with us?