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fished his cellphone out from his pocket and fired it up, taking care no one
noticed. Over texts, Sanchit and he decided to meet in the boys’ washroom.
Just before he could ask permission to go, Aranya asked if she could go and

Dhruv slunk back into his seat. He waited fifteen minutes for the invigilator to
busy himself and forget about the missing girl and then asked if he could go.
‘Sure.’

Dhruv ran to the washroom to find Sanchit smoking, with none of the books
he had asked him to bring.
‘Dude! Where are the fucking books?’

‘I am Miagi and you’re my Karate Kid. You can’t cheat! That’s insulting my
genius.’
‘I will tell you what will insult your genius,’ Dhruv grabbed his throat and

pushed him till Sanchit’s head hung over the ledge.
‘I was just kidding,’ said Sanchit. ‘The books are in my pants. You think any
guard would have allowed me inside with books in hand.’

‘. . .’
Sanchit rolled his eyes. ‘Such an amateur!’ He plunged his hands into his
underwear and grabbed around. Dhruv grimaced. He brought out a little booklet

of the book photocopied at a size one-fourth of the original. He tossed it in
Dhruv’s direction who handled it like pissed-on banknotes.

‘Chill. I wore two pairs of underwear.’
‘I would have shat on your bed if you hadn’t.’
‘In fact I wore none,’ said Sanchit, flashed his ass and ran.
Dhruv shook his head, hardly amused. He would get back at him later. For

now Dhruv had to look for a safe, empty washroom. In the distance he saw
Aranya looking over her shoulder before skulking inside a women’s washroom.

Dhruv followed.
A smile broke out on his face. Wouldn’t he just love it to be busted together
for cheating? Who cared if he did well or not? No one would give a shit if his
paper got cancelled because he was found in a washroom with a bunch of notes

down his boxers. In fact it would have been expected.
But what would happen if they found both Dhruv and Aranya in the

washroom, cheating the system, a degenerate and a nice girl?
History repeats itself?
People love to revel in other people’s misery and they would have loved to see