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The tables had turned since the Temple Run incident.

Aranya walked the corridors of DTU like she was the reigning queen, and the
rest lowly courtiers. Dhruv could have learned to live with that. But he always
felt everything Aranya did was to spite him, to tell him that she would always be
the puppeteer, manipulating his life. Sometimes he felt like she laughed at how

stupid he was to be in love and continue to be in love with her.
The little smirks she threw in Dhruv’s direction were far too many to be

coincidental. If only she was a boy, he would have him called out, lodged a right
hook into his ribcage and then smashed his face with a quick elbow move.
But now Dhruv was prepared.
The countless nights spent with Sanchit were about to pay off when he would

crush the mid-semester examinations and he would show Aranya that her
presence meant shit to him. That he would happily crush her over and over

again.
He was sitting on the last desk, smiling in Aranya’s direction who, with her
back towards him, was revising. Ritika shot him a look but he ignored it. Lately,
she had started throwing a fit at the littlest of pretexts. Dhruv would try to

explain to her what was really going on but Ritika wouldn’t get it. He wasn’t
sure if even he got it.

The bell rang and the exam started. It was going to be a cakewalk. He marked
out all the questions that were easy pickings and solved them within the first two
hours of the exam. Then he sat back and sighed, flipping proudly through his

answer sheet. He had managed a constant neat handwriting throughout the
answer sheet.
‘Sir! Extra sheet!’ shouted Aranya.

Dhruv was still to use the last three pages of his answer booklet. He frowned.
‘Me, too!’ shouted Dhruv. Ritika who had finished whatever she knew within
the first hour and now was dozing off looked in his direction, shocked. This

happened three more times. Dhruv’s answer booklet was glaringly empty now.
But Dhruv didn’t know what to do with the answer sheet. The two questions
he hadn’t answered till now were from chapters he had chosen to leave out. He

fished his cellphone out from his pocket and fired it up, taking care no one