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Aranya go down.
                  It would destroy her if the image she had painstakingly created of being holier
               than thou exploded in a single moment of weakness. What would the professors

               say? Would they still want her in their projects? This was great! And what if he
               was the reason for all her misery? AWESOME. He would have his revenge.
                  He tried opening the door to the washroom but it was locked. He kicked in the

               door and found the faces of two terror-stricken girls looking at him.
                  ‘What are you doing here?’ growled Aranya.
                  ‘I’m expected to be here. What are you doing here?’

                  ‘. . .’
                  ‘I think I should start drawing attention. Wouldn’t it be heartbreaking for
               Raghuvir to see his pet student cheating?

                  ‘PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!’ cried out the girl who was standing next to
               Aranya. The girl’s face looked like she was constipated. Her body was
               convulsing and tears had started to flow abundantly which made Dhruv roll his

               eyes.
                  ‘And why shouldn’t I?’
                  Aranya put her hand around the girl. ‘Dhruv, stop fucking around with people.

               You’re better than that, I hope.’
                  ‘I’m kind of not. And I’m deeply inclined to take down both of you with me
               right now.’

                  ‘You will not do that,’ said Aranya with an authority that belied her position.
               ‘This is between you and me.’
                  ‘I don’t care. And I’m pretty sure I will.’

                  ‘Please DON’T!’ the girl howled. ‘I will fail the exam. Please don’t.’ And the
               girl rushed to Dhruv and stood a hair’s breadth away from his face.
                  ‘Dhruv, the girl just recovered from jaundice. Give her a break! She deserves

               to pass!’ yelled Aranya.
                  Dhruv felt like an asshole and suddenly couldn’t bear to look at the girl. ‘Fine.
               Fuck off,’ said Dhruv.

                  ‘THANK YOU!’ howled the girl, still crying. She was about to leave when
               Aranya called her back and gave her two answer sheets filled with numbers.
               ‘Here,’ whispered Aranya in her ear. ‘I have solved the questions. Just append

               them to your sheets.’ The girl nodded. ‘It will be okay.’ The girl literally ran past
               Dhruv and out of the washroom. Dhruv, from the corner of his eye, saw the
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