“For the last time, Atul, I’m not going to publish it, I just don’t understand why is it so difficult to understand,” Kabir said in a high voice as he threw the stapled pages on his desk after reading them.
“I don’t Kabir, maybe I find it hard to believe that we can be scared of telling the truth,” I said, as I was sitting on the chair in front of his desk.
“We are always scared of telling the truth. No one wants a revolution Atul. You’re still a kid in that regards, we tell the half-truth because honesty always hurts,” he said as he started moving towards the cabinet attached on the left wall.
“When did you fucking sold your ideals, you idiot?” I said, while I was grabbing the printed pages from the desk.
“I didn’t My friend, I learned how to…
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