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Me Siddharth's words created a kind of tremor within us. It was a plan for a big robbery. He explained in a very ordinary way, without any nervousness, how each action should be done and how to face problems if they arise. As he spoke, I noticed Sharmi looking back and forth between him and me. I looked at her; her eyes were full of fear. Noticing both of our gazes, Siddharth commanded, "Please concentrate." Both of us started paying attention to him. The moment he finished speaking, I said, "Why should we do all this?" "I didn't ask you to do it, did I? Sharmi is the one who made you sit here. I don't mind if you're out of this heist. Sharmi, okay, you tell me, who will help you with this?" "Why the hell should I work for you, Siddharth, for a theft I didn't commit?" "Good question. Why the hell should you work? Good question," he repeated again and again, and then suddenly slapped Sharmi hard on the cheek. Sharmi ...

17-Sharmi The pain of my father’s loss was strangely intertwined with a sense of release from the crushing weight of our problems. It felt wrong to admit it, even to myself, but I couldn’t deny the truth. When I returned home from the party, my father’s body lay in the central hall. My mother was spent crying, her voice hoarse and broken. A large crowd had gathered outside the house. The old man who had come for his daughter’s wedding was among them. I overheard snippets of conversation: “It was hard enough when he was alive; now that he’s gone, how will we ever get our money back? We’ll all be ruined.” The sight of my father—his face a deep, unnatural red, his tongue slightly protruding—triggered a fresh wave of grief. I couldn’t bear to watch them take his body away. For the first time in my memory, I fainted. The police investigations and other legal formalities continued for a while. Then, the people who had invested money with my father began to appear at our doorstep. Realizing t...