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smitten.’
Dhruv parked the motorcycle outside the college building. ‘Ritika. That’s my

girl’s name, the one I’m dating. And she doesn’t give a shit about Raghuvir. And
Aranya’s the bitch.’
‘But you seem to think an awful lot about her.’

‘No, I don’t.’
‘But she’s good. I read the assignment on the way. Nice touch to get it wrong
on the last step. That’s a mark of genius and a girl desperate to be in the good

books of Raghuvir,’ remarked Sanchit.
‘You need to stop talking about her.’
‘But weren’t you in love with her in school? I have been told.’

‘Who tells you all this crap? And no! I wasn’t. Have you seen her? She looks
like shit. I hated her then and I hate her now.’
‘Hmm. But I should tell you that it’s a lost cause.’

‘. . .’
‘Raghuvir isn’t foolish to think your girl, Ritika, would solve the question
correctly while Aranya couldn’t. You can’t fuck with Raghuvir. He’s smarter

than you.’
Dhruv jemmied the key into the lock and it didn’t work.

‘He’s known to ask the students to solve it on the board and he grills them.
It’s not going to be easy.’
Dhruv dropped the key and kicked the door. The screws that held the latch
came loose and it hung limply from the door frame; the door was now wide

open. Dhruv walked in and started to look for the bundle of assignments.
‘DUDE! What are you trying to do?’ asked Sanchit.

‘Accidents happen. Things get lost sometimes. If we can’t get her marked in
the assignment, we can at least make the assignment go away.’ Dhruv stuffed the
assignments of the entire class in a polythene bag.
‘What now?’

‘I have an idea,’ said Dhruv and hurried out, Sanchit trailing him, jumped the
fences, ran across the field, ran up the stairwell of his hostel and pointed at the

girls’ hostel roof where Aranya was working on her laptop.
‘ARANYA. ARANYA,’ he shouted.
Aranya put the laptop down and looked in their direction. She walked closer

to the ledge and squinted her eyes.