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‘Can we stop talking about it, please?’
‘I’m just saying. Didn’t Sanchit tell you? Guys from his batch have sent her

letters and messages on Facebook and what not, proclaiming their love.’
‘I’m sure it’s Sanchit sending out all those messages,’ snapped Dhruv. ‘She’s

just a nerd with a strange face.’
Ritika rolled her eyes. ‘Not really a nerd, is she? She’s making it to the TT
team at least.’
‘It’s table tennis. No one gives a shit about TT.’ The way Dhruv said it, it felt

like he did give a shit. ‘And will you stop obsessing over her? She’s nobody.’
‘Really?’

‘Yes, really,’ growled Dhruv.
They didn’t make out that day. Dhruv said he had to study and left Ritika
thinking about Aranya, which she did with abandon in her free time. Since that
day Ritika noticed the accidental but carefully orchestrated glances Dhruv threw

at Aranya, who was being a curious mix of Mother Teresa and Cruella de Vil,
strict and kind; friendly and professional. She had noticed the hatred in Dhruv’s

voice whenever they talked about Aranya, which they had started doing a lot
these days, and it bothered her. Dhruv would keep talking about how fucking
populist Aranya was, a total attention whore, an average-looking girl seeking

validation by being extra sweet, extra hard-working, needlessly intelligent. His
words were harsher when he put Raghuvir and Aranya in a sentence, and he
would find reasons to bunk Raghuvir’s classes.

‘You’re overthinking,’ Dhruv would say when she mentioned his obsession
and wrap his arms around Ritika.
But that didn’t stop Dhruv from staring at her like she was a specimen, an

alien, disgusting maybe, but also intriguing. She hated Aranya with a vengeance,
and so did Dhruv, but the nature of their hatred was quite different.

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