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9- Sharmi Every one of Reshma's birthday parties offered a unique experience. But after I came of age, I didn't expect an experience like this one—unlike any I'd had in the past three years. As usual, the house was bustling. Reshma's father was a millionaire, with a granite business. White-uniformed servants served sweets and drinks on the rooftop, and boys and girls who were usually hesitant to speak directly at school were chatting intimately. They flaunted their closeness simply by pairing off. Everyone present was an heir from a wealthy family. Falguni Pathak's song “Yaad Piya Ki Aane Lagi” was playing. Reshma's mother hugged and greeted everyone effusively, saying "So sweet" every ten minutes, acting more childish than anyone there. Arjun, even while with four or five friends, kept glancing at me. My back prickled under his gaze. It was like this every year. For three years, he had been following me everywhere—at school, at parties, in the corrido...