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‘Should I?’ And before Dhruv could answer, he pressed the key, a bar appeared
               and slowly, hundreds of pixelated naked bodies disappeared. ‘See? Not even a
               second thought. Aranya is hot. All my fantasies are going to revolve around her

               now.’
                  Dhruv didn’t see the point of arguing. They drank and smoked silently, Dhruv
               blissfully unaware of the approaching mid-semester examinations. It was the

               time when the hostels remained abuzz with activity till early mornings, study
               groups were formed and the dynamics of friendships changed.
                  They ran out of alcohol and lay on the rooftop, staring at the sky as if there

               were stars visible to appreciate. Dhruv’s phone had run out of battery from the
               incessant calling.
                  ‘Should I get her name tattooed? Do you think that would work?’ asked

               Dhruv, once he felt a little less hammered.
                  ‘Get it in Chinese so that you can fool your next girlfriend. Even the Chinese
               don’t understand their script.’

                  ‘I’m not breaking up,’ said Dhruv.
                  ‘Have you decided your kids’ names yet?’
                  ‘When the right time comes, then why not,’ answered Dhruv, the

               ridiculousness of the question and the answer ringing in his ears.
                  ‘You’re stupid as hell, man. You have got to be kidding me if you think you

               and Ritika are meant for life. I don’t think you’re even sad. You’re just acting
               sad!’
                  ‘Why would you say that?’ asked Dhruv, curious.
                  ‘For one, you’re twenty and there are ten more years for you to think from

               your dick. And secondly, how’s it love? Love’s not waiting for a couple of hours
               outside a parlour reading gossip magazines while she’s getting rid of her fur.

               Love’s when you can say fuck off, I’m not coming, and I don’t care you’re a
               hairy mess for I like your hairy mess.’
                  ‘That sounds like a fetish,’ said Dhruv.
                  ‘I’m no Freud but you might be the first guy who suffers from the opposite of

               commitment phobia. Commitment philia?’
                  ‘This conversation is over.’

                  ‘Want to watch some porn together?’
                  ‘I hate porn.’
                  ‘Don’t ever say that again or we might not be friends any more,’ said Sanchit.
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