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and that I’m placed with Microsoft which essentially makes me the King Nerd?’
‘What?’

‘What what? I can’t pick locks.’
‘This should be right up your alley, dude! Then what is the weed and the porn

and the metaphors and the alcohol about if you can’t pick a small lock?’ Dhruv
clenched his fists and punched in the air angrily.
‘I don’t see the connection!’
‘You’re such a fucking disappointment.’

‘Now who’s being melodramatic?’ asked Sanchit. Dhruv threw a murderous
look his way. ‘Fine. I do know someone who can make a key for you. I have

used the guy earlier. In first year I used to lose my key all the time, but now I
have just chained my desktop to the window railing. Third-year bastards still
steal my soap though.’
‘I’m sure it hurts your government servant dad’s FDs.’

‘No need to get personal here.’
An hour later, they were driving back in Dhruv’s spluttering motorcycle, a

dummy key in his pocket.
‘So do you like to pretend the motorcycle has broken down and be all rustic,
grubby and manly while you repair it? This thing is a chick magnet, isn’t it?’

Sanchit teased.
Dhruv ignored him and revved the bike harder almost knocking Sanchit over
who clung to him afterwards. ‘If you wanted to feel my boobs you should have

just told me.’
Dhruv drove on. ‘The key better work.’
‘I never liked Raghu. He’s too brilliant, way too brilliant,’ said Sanchit. ‘I

have known girls who want him to write equations on their cleavages.’
‘Raghu? Is he a friend that you call him that?’
‘I wish he was. He’s GOD, dude. Women slit their wrists if he misses class.’

‘Okay.’
‘No, serious. Some write him letters in blood.’
‘Gross.’

‘I’m not joking.’
‘You need to shut up.’
‘But you got to admit, that guy brings everything to the table. Even your girl,

Aranya, is like a deer caught in the headlights with him. I have been told she’s
smitten.’