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Dhruv and out of the washroom. Dhruv, from the corner of his eye, saw the
papers in the girl’s hand, the same supplementary sheets Aranya had asked for in

the classroom.
Aranya jumped on to the ledge of the washbasin. ‘So? Now you’re going to

call the security?’
‘Wouldn’t I just love to see you repeat the first year?’ said Dhruv.
‘I’m still the hero here, Dhruv. I was merely helping a girl out who couldn’t
study because she had jaundice. The girl will make sure the entire college knows

that. You will still be the villain in all of this. What happened last time won’t
happen again. I will always be wanted here. And you will still look like you have

always looked—a pathetic, spineless boy lost in love. You destroyed my life
once but not again. You have already given me more pain than I hoped to endure
in one lifetime. You made me feel hated for all my growing-up years but it stops
now. You can’t do anything worse to me now, Dhruv. So fuck off.’

Dhruv laughed. ‘Let me try at least?’
‘It’s all for a cause, Dhruv,’ said Aranya. ‘I don’t mind going down for it.’

‘Of course you do, Aranya. The first blot on your perfect curriculum vitae. I
wonder how your father would react!’
‘Can you spell vitae?’ Aranya chuckled.

And just for that brief moment, Dhruv thought he saw a stray tear in Aranya’s
eyes, who was being totally nonchalant about repeating a year and was being a
total badass about it. Maybe it was the thing about her father . . .

‘I’m still waiting for you to call the guards. Or are you scared?’ said Aranya,
her voice quivering a little. Dhruv didn’t say anything, his eyes stuck on Aranya
trying to gauge if she was just putting on a brave front, winning a psychological

battle against him.
And just then, Dhruv heard footsteps approaching the washroom door.
Multiple footsteps. The guards were talking to each other, wondering if they had

heard students talking. Dhruv looked at Aranya whose face had drained of
colour, her jaw was wide open, scared. She had frozen in her place.
‘Fuck,’ muttered Dhruv and strode in her direction. He pulled her off the

ledge, picked her up and literally threw her in the bathroom stall. ‘Stay. Don’t
fucking make a noise. And put your damn legs up.’
Aranya was in tears now, her brave front now in tatters in front of Dhruv.

‘STOP FUCKING CRYING,’ growled Dhruv and she did. Dhruv closed the
door and jumped on the ledge. He started muttering the equations on the notes