“We know you have an MD. Do you have to keep telling us?” snarked Vishal.
“Whatever, Harvard Law.”
“You. Like. Her,” Karan stated.
“I can be nice to a beautiful woman and not have a thing for her, you know. I’m not Vishal.” Roshan smirked at his friend.
“Hey!” Vishal said. “I take offense to that.”
“But it’s true,” Roshan said. “Remember Nadia?”
“I try to forget her. But you just admitted Nimita was beautiful.” Vishal stretched out on the sofa.
“She is beautiful. That is a fact,” Roshan said. “Deny it.”
“Okay, fine. She is beautiful,” Vishal admitted. “But something is going on with you and her.”
“That’sa fact.” Karan suddenly went pale. “Actually the fact is that I don’t feel so—” He ran to the bathroom and sounds of retching reached Roshan.
He looked at Vishal. “No way.”
No sooner did Karan come out of the bathroom than Vishal paled and ran in, followed by the same retching sounds.
Roshan looked at the both of them, lifting his T-shirt to cover his mouth and nose. “What the hell…?”
Vishal shook his head. “I don’t know. But I definitely feel like crap.”
“Me, too,” said Karan.
“Oh…” Vishal pushed past them and went back to the bathroom again.
Roshan turned to Karan, who was getting under the covers. “Do you have a fever?”
Karan nodded miserably. “I’m burning up.”
“Fluids,” Roshan said, grabbing water bottles from the small fridge. “Electrolytes. I hope whatever you snacked on on the beach is taking you down, as opposed to a virus.”
“How do you feel?” Vishal asked, emerging from the bathroom.
“Fine.” Roshan shrugged.
“Then you should stay with Nimita,” Karan said.
“Are you kidding me? She wants to kill me. She’s not about to share her bed with me,” Roshan said.
“There’s a sofa bed.”
“I can take care of you—”
“I’m a doctor,” Karan and Vishal chorused before he could say it.
Karan groaned. “What are you going to do? Watch us sleep?”
“I’ll bring you water and food.”
“You can do that from her room,” Vishal insisted. “Now go.” He pointed at the door between the rooms.
Roshan sighed and turned to the door. He knocked.
