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"Don't you get it? It's over, Ahmed." "Just a chance. Is it too much to ask for?", my reply. "I'm sorry, I've moved on already. I don't want you anymore.", She said, disconnecting the call. "I don't want you anymore", Amazing phase isn't it? Like you're allowed to be there till the time they want you to be. And your life? Your feelings? They are fucked up already. Hello anyway, it's Ahmed Sheikh here. What you're about to read is the story of my life. All of us have that one thing that changes us, shapes us. Maybe this one's mine. A month later. "She's so hot man, chance maar na? ", Supreet said sipping his third leg of vodka. "You're home, go drunk.", My reply after completing my sixth peg. It's funny to see what alcohol does to your choice of words. "There's this app called Tinder. You can find someone who'll love you more than that bitch ...