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she thinks of her thumping victory two months from now. But somehow, from
               some damned place inside her vast brain, a flash of Dhruv saving her from
               losing everything hits her. That tiny sliver of a microsecond where he had picked

               her in his arms with an urgency of a paramedic, that look in his eyes and the
               strength of his last utterly romantic words ‘Stop fucking crying’ resonated
               through her entire body and she slumped on the desk. All her wins, the little

               trophies, the medals, the certificates, everything that she would win from that
               moment on would now be stained with the memory of him saving her in that
               weak moment. Her crying and his concerned face flashed in front of her eyes,

               and she wanted to metaphorically slit her wrists. ‘Why the fuck did it have to
               happen that day!’ Because no matter how big a jerk Dhruv was, he did save her
               when she thought all was going to end. She would owe all of her wins to him.

                  She walked to the library, lugging all the books she needed, and settled at the
               far corner of the empty library. She hadn’t realized but the mid-semester
               examinations and the extra classes had taken a toll on her. She had drifted off;

               head resting on a book she had drooled all over. She woke up with a start and
               felt someone’s eyes on her. On the table, Raghuvir was sitting smoking a
               cigarette, reading a book.

                  Aranya wiped the drool off her face with the T-shirt sleeve. ‘Ummm?’ said
               Aranya to catch his attention.

                  ‘Oh, hi,’ said Raghuvir and closed the book.
                  ‘That was very Edward Cullen of you.’
                  Raghuvir made himself comfortable on the chair next to Aranya’s. Aranya
               smiled weakly. Raghuvir, the hot, brainy professor she dreamt of nine nights out

               of ten, was right in front of her.‘There’s something I need to tell you. I have
               waited for really long to tell you this,’ said Raghuvir.

                  Shit. His voice quivered just a little bit. He chose the right place to pause. It
               reminded Aranya of the 10 Best Wedding Proposal videos on YouTube. ‘You
               know I have been noticing you since the day you first walked into my class. You
               have been better than the rest, impeccable and just perfect. You have stood out.

               No wonder after today, I will be the envy of everyone around me.’ Raghuvir’s
               eyes bore through Aranya, reducing her to a molten mess inside.

                  Aranya’s dream was coming true. Her face flushed and her body felt prickly
               and numb at the same time. Raghuvir continued with a smile to die for on his
               face. ‘I know we will make a great team and I can trust you. I need to ask you
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