They were best friends. They were nothing alike but they were also not that different. Their likes and dislikes differed but their passion towards them was on the same level. She talked about music just as passionately as he talked about web design. Her hatred for ragging was as intense as his hatred for inequality. Her addiction for speed was just as powerful as his addiction for smoking.
They were sitting at a bar celebrating their sad and miserable lives. She told him, "I'm going to Pune with my friends on bike." Then he said, "Why do you have to go by bike? You know I get worried when you drive insanely." She said, "You know what? Why don't you quit smoking? I get worried when you smoke insanely." They knew they both couldn't give up on that but then she said, "You say that you smoke to die. So, I'll say that I speed to die too." He said, "But I might die after many years. You could die in a second," She said, "If you smoke less, then I'll drive slowly." He said, "Promise." She said, "Okay. Promise."
And just like that, they promised each other something that they both needed to survive. They promised each other a little more of themselves for the other. They were best friends who behaved like lovers. He just wanted her to be safe. She just wanted him to be healthy. They just wanted the other to stick around for as long as possible. And they didn't see it any more than a promise. But, their friends who heard about their sweet promises wondered how silly it was that they didn't know that they loved each other when everyone else could clearly see it.