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‘It’s not really her fault, dude,’ said Sanchit.

As a part of Dhruv’s mourning process, they were sharing a joint, and a Pepsi
bottle topped with Old Monk on the roof of the hostel.
Ritika wasn’t receiving his calls, wasn’t attending classes and was crying her
heart out, letting the entire world know what a nice fucking guy Dhruv was.

‘Tell me something I don’t know, asshole.’
Dhruv had spent the last five days in a drunken haze, dialling her number over

and over again, waiting on the pavement facing her first floor hostel window,
sending her long texts and numerous e-mails begging for another chance. He felt
like shit for letting Ritika down. He even toyed with the idea of slitting his wrists
to prove a point but the mess that would follow deterred him.

‘You have always led her on, you didn’t tell me you and she had a thing in
school!’ Ritika had complained.

But I called her ugly, how is that leading her on, Dhruv had argued.
She turned you on, how can I trust you any longer, Ritika had cried.
Sanchit unscrewed the cap of another bottle of Old Monk and poured it into
the empty Pepsi bottle.

‘I’m in love with Aranya. She’s my dream woman,’ said Sanchit.
‘She fucked my happiness, dude. Ritika’s never going to forgive me for this.

How the fuck am I any different from my fuck-all father, fucking shit.’
‘You’re drunk.’
‘I’m drunk? You are the fucking one who just said you fucking love that

bitch!’
‘Mind your language there, Dhruv. I’m married to her in my head,’ quipped
Sanchit.

‘Is that why you’re watching that?’ asked Dhruv, pointing to Bookworm
Bitches—Megan Goes to School video playing on his laptop.
‘Fine. Let me prove it to you,’ said Sanchit and clicked on the porn folder

which was labelled as Important Documents and paraded his painstakingly
procured collection, now categorized and cross-referenced.
He pressed the ALT key and his finger lingered over the DEL key. He asked,

‘Should I?’ And before Dhruv could answer, he pressed the key, a bar appeared