D-day was here and Punit’s knees wouldn’t stop buckling. Oh, how he wished that Anki was there. A few more minutes was all that he had to face his greatest fear: the stage.

All morning, they’d practiced that song together, the one they were planning to perform, and he wasn’t at his best. In fact, he was at his worst. He went off-tune and off-beat consistently, irritating the devil out of her.

“What the hell are you doing!!!” she blasted.

“S-sorry,” he mumbled.

“What ‘sorry’? You were so good yesterday. So, what happened now?” she questioned angrily.

Punit pondered over for a while before speaking. “I don’t think I can...