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waiting room. Sanchit lit a cigarette and offered Dhruv one. Dhruv took it.
Sanchit was now staring at the poster of a C-grade movie stuck on the wall in
front of them. ‘You could have said no to Ritika today. Your raccoon girlfriend

could have come with someone else.’
‘I can’t say no to her.’
‘You can’t keep everyone happy all the time, Dhruv. It’s not your

responsibility. Who the fuck cares if you lost that match? And if your parents
eventually got divorced? Who eventually lost?’
The tone of the conversation had suddenly changed and it unnerved Dhruv

and he wanted to run. ‘It doesn’t matter how it ended. But I can’t be the one who
fucks it up and neither will I allow the other person to fuck it up.’
‘Did you win the match?’ asked Sanchit.

‘No.’
‘Did you win the next year?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Dhruv. ‘I didn’t play the next year.’

They smoked in silence. Little did Dhruv know this was the calm before the
storm, that Aranya had been plotting her revenge while he waited for Ritika to
get over with her business.

Dhruv, Sanchit and Ritika came back to college, riding triple on his
motorcycle, and Sanchit stared at Ritika’s legs throughout the ride.

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