Ah I understand Khushi is in distress 7234 meters away from me because there was a slight inflection in her tone 3 hours ago and she hesitated to look straight into my eyes for more than 0.5 seconds and wrung her dupatta in her fingers in anticlockwise direction. And the wind is at 16.3 mph.
Arnav, when Khushi is in front of him, crying:
I DONT CARE YOU ARE HERE. FARAK NAHI PADTA. UM LOVE YOU DAMN IT? WHY ARE YOU SAD? I DONT MEAN WHAT I SAID. ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA SAYS WHAT HE MEANS. ByE. WHAT THE. TEARS? WHAT ARE TEARS? WHAT ARE WORDS? WHO ARE YOU? WHO AM I?