half-girlfriend-chetan-bhagat

Shailesh said.
'What?’ I said.
Ashu laughed.
‘He’s fucking with you,’ Raman said. He had just learnt the F-
word. He liked using it. A lot.
‘Did anything happen?’Ashu said.
I shrugged.
‘What?’ Ashu said. ‘Dude, did you just do it with the BMW 5-series
Riya Somani?’
‘Nothing much happened,’ I said.‘And stop it, all of you.
‘Is she your girlfriend?’ Shailesh said. ‘Half the college talks about
you guys.’
‘I don’t know,’ I said.
’You don't know?’Ashu said.
‘She’s not sure.’
‘And you?’
I kept quiet.
‘You love her?’Ashu said.
I smiled at Ashu. He had asked me the most stupid question.
Did I love her? Did the earth go around the sun? Did night follow
day?
‘Gone, you are so gone. I can see it on your face,’Ashu said, patted
the bed, inviting the others to join him.
My single bed groaned as three boys lay down on it. They stared at
the ceiling. As self-styled relationship experts, they offered advice.
‘Be careful,’ Raman said,‘of this kind of girl.’
‘What the...’ I said, irritated. ‘What kind of girl? And remove your
shoes from my bed.’
I sat on the study table and snatched up the basketball again.
‘Rich ones. They need toys for time pass. Don’t be a toy,’ Raman
said.
‘Toy? I’m her best friend. Besides, she’s different. Not moneyminded,’
I said.