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It all boiled down to one simple, sweltering fact: the air conditioner in my apartment was broken. The repair guy said he couldn't come for three days. Three days. In Mumbai, in May. It was unlivable. My friend Rohan, who lives in the building opposite, called me. "Stop melting, you idiot. Come up to the rooftop, at least there's a breeze." So I did. We dragged up a couple of old chairs, a small table, and a power bank for our phones. The sun was setting, and the city was lighting up below us. It was still hot, but the breeze was a lifesaver.

We talked for a bit, but mostly we just sat in comfortable silence, scrolling on our phones. The internet was patchy up there, which was annoying. I was trying to read the news, but pages wouldn't load. Out of the blue, Rohan said, "Hey, you still play rummy?" We used to play for fun, for small change, back in college. "I haven't in years," I told him. He grinned. "Let's play online. For old times' sake. I know a place." I was skeptical. I'd heard stories. "Is that even... you know, safe? Legit?" Rohan waved his phone. "Relax. I've been using it for months. It's fine. Perfectly safe." He must have seen the doubt on my face because he leaned forward. "Man, I looked it up and everything. I wanted to be sure. From what I found, using a site like sky247 is legal in india because it's based offshore and it's considered a game of skill. It's not like the sketchy local stuff."

That reassurance, casual as it was, tipped the scales. The boredom, the heat, the nostalgia for our college days—it all came together. "Alright, fine," I said. "Send me the link." Downloading the app was the easy part. The hard part was remembering how to play. The first few games were a disaster. I was making rookie mistakes, discarding cards I should have held onto. Rohan was cleaning up. I lost a hundred rupees in what felt like ten minutes. The frustration was real, mixed with the sticky night air. It felt stupid. I was about to call it quits, to just go back to sweating in silence.

But then something clicked. It was like my brain finally dusted off the old rummy circuits. I started paying attention to what Rohan was picking up and discarding. I started planning my sequences better. I won a small hand. Then another. The tide was turning. We were both leaning forward in our chairs now, the cityscape forgotten. The only light was from our phone screens, illuminating our faces. It wasn't about the money anymore; it was about the pure, simple competition. The thrill of laying down a perfect sequence and seeing the "You Win!" pop up was incredible.

The big moment came on the last hand we played. I needed one card to complete a pure sequence. I had a feeling, a gut instinct, based on what Rohan hadn't picked up. I picked up from the deck, and there it was. The exact card I needed. I declared my hand. Rohan just stared at his phone, then at me, and burst out laughing. "Unbelievable!" The pot was the biggest of the night. It wasn't a fortune, but it felt like I'd won a championship.

We finally went back downstairs around midnight. The apartment was still an oven, but I didn't care as much. I felt energized, awake, alive. I'd turned a miserable, sweaty evening into a fun, strategic battle with a friend. That initial question Rohan had answered, the one about whether sky247 is legal in india, had been the key that unlocked the whole night. It wasn't just about legality; it was about peace of mind. It let me relax and just enjoy the game. I didn't become a high roller or anything. But sometimes, on a particularly slow night, I'll log in for a few hands of rummy. It reminds me of that rooftop, the breeze, and the simple joy of a well-played game. It turned a breakdown (of my AC) into a breakthrough of fun.