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business as usual.
Aranya watched him go, objectifying his butt and thinking what he must look
like when he showered every morning and whether he and the PhD student,
Smriti, were in a strictly physical relationship as the rumour went. Of course it
had to be true. She was beautiful, just like the ones Raghuvir was often seen with
in the past. She wished Smriti would die.
She heard people clap. She turned to see Dhruv and Ritika hugging each
other, muttering apologies into each other’s necks, and the girls in the class were
clapping and crying at the reunion of a drunken bastard and a wailing drama
queen. When did people stop respecting sanity?
Aranya walked to the teacher’s table, banged it thrice with the duster, and
announced. ‘Mr Tripathi’s assignment is due tomorrow. I need it in my mailbox
by 11 p.m. tonight.’
She saw the happiness drain out from the faces and they were no longer
clapping, instead they were discussing the assignment and from where they
would copy it. Aranya had successfully ruined a beautiful moment, vile and
disgusting to her.
I Love u Rachu
