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different,’ said one of the girls.
    ‘I have never seen him hitting on any girl,’ Jimmy spoke amusedly.
    ‘Is he interested in something else?’ Another girl added a new dimension to the discussion by pointing towards a gay man on the floor.
    Everyone burst into laughter but Sameer decided to stay cool. They continued poking fun at him but he just continued to guzzle more Amstel Lights. After sometime, they all got tired and came back to the lounge area where Sameer was still enjoying his beer.
    ‘You are the thickest skinned person I have met,’ vented one of the girls.
    ‘Thank you,’ Sameer replied with a gentle smile.
    ‘Are you sure your tool is in place?’ Another girl inquired.
    Everyone in the group started laughing.
    ‘Shut up guys, I am serious,’ she spoke with genuine concern in her voice.
    ‘Oh I didn’t know that I had to be cheap and grope-y to prove I’m a man,’ sarcasm was clear in Sameer’s tone.
    Sameer looked around and saw sly smiles exchanged between his colleagues.
    ‘If I want to, I can dance with any girl in this nightclub,’ Sameer sprang like a wounded tiger as soon as his manhood was challenged.
    Everyone looked at each other and started laughing again.
    ‘I am not kidding you losers! Wanna bet?’ Sameer’s male ego took over his sensibilities; or perhaps it was the optimum dose of Amstel Lights that was talking.
    The moment they heard those golden words from his mouth they looked at each other and shouted in unison, ‘Jimmy!!!!’
    Jimmy, who was coming towards them, dropped his drinks right where he was.
    ‘Jimmy bete, teri toh lag gayi! Here you lose another one; they always find a way for you to lose money. Now what?’ Jimmy murmured.
    He walked slowly towards them, with absolutely no knowledge of the group’s conversation challenging Sameer’s manhood. He took an empty seat right opposite Sameer, pulled out a few 1000-rupee notes from his wallet and put them on the table.
    ‘Here you go,’ his dejected tone was testimony to how habitual it was for him to lose bets to Sameer.
    ‘What is this?’ Inquired one of the colleagues.
    ‘This time I am not prepared to lose any more, so just take it without any bet,’ Jimmy responded.
    Sameer smiled at Jimmy and the rest of the group triumphantly. Not liking the whole situation, one of the girls picked up the money and put it back in Jimmy’s pocket. Jimmy just looked at her with a big question mark on his face.
    ‘You are not going to lose this one, trust me on this,’ she said firmly.
    ‘And it’s the right time to take revenge for all your losses,’ another colleague added the usual masala.
    Jimmy was still confused.
    ‘Sameer and a girl! Have you ever seen him with one?’ Probed another one.
    Jimmy’s entire face answered in a big NO.
    ‘But what has that got to do with the bet?’ Jimmy was still perplexed.
    And then once he heard it all, he just couldn’t believe his luck. He started looking around but wasn’t able to find anyone suitable to throw a challenge at Sameer. After struggling for a few more minutes his eyes lit up as he saw an extremely beautiful girl entering the club with two hulks. Sameer could not see her, as he was looking to the other side.
    ‘What if you are unable to dance with a girl?’ Jimmy asked, controlling his face from breaking into an impish grin, making sure Sameer doesn’t get any hint of what’s cooking in his head.
    ‘I’m ready to bet a lakh, buddy,’ Sameer’s beer could talk really big.
    ‘One lakh!’ Jimmy was astonished.
    ‘ Kyon phat gayi bete?’ Sameer taunted.
    Jimmy was speechless and looked at Sameer who winked and took another large gulp of his beer, literally busting at the seams, his chest swollen proudly.
    Jimmy thought for a few seconds, looked at the beautiful girl again, reassured himself and then smiled cunningly.
    ‘Done! There is your dancing partner,’ he said pointing towards the same girl who had just entered the club with the