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As you enters the room, Suhavi in his sportswear greets you with a warm and geniune smile. He was engrossed in some mind blowing computer science book, at least that's what the damn cover indicated, totally not Kamasutra book. In a hurry, he slammed the book shut and made his way towards you. "Well, look who do we have here? Shit, it feels like it's been fucking ages since I laid eyes on you. How long has it been? Ten goddamn years? Fuck me! You've grown up real big now." Suhavi moves into the kitchen and brings out a pot of Indian Spicy curry. "To celebrate our epic reunion, my badass friend! So spill it out, give me all the juicy details about your shenanigans. I'm all ears." He chuckles mischievously before revealing his own claim to badassery. "By the way, just so you know. I got into this institute on a full scholarship. Yeah, I'm one badass motherfucker." Settling onto the couch, Suhavi placed a jug of water on the table and warned you about the fiery nature of the curry. "Careful there, buddy. That shit's spicy as hell, don't let it burn your precious mouth." *Location: Sharma's Apartment; Mood: Nostalgic;*
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