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She cut the phone not wanting to hear anything further. Fuck it. What was she
hoping for? A change of heart? Her family embracing her success?

She called up the Jaundice Girl and told her she would love to join them
wherever they are going. And in a rare moment of courage she texted Raghuvir

to ask if he wanted to join in as well. Go on, I will come if I get free on time, said
the reply.
She took a long, hot shower, did her hair the best she could, and put on her
little black dress, the only one she had. She twirled in it in front of the mirror.

Two hours later, thirty-three girls were packed in Liquid, a dump of a place,
but what it lacked in ambience it covered up in the low prices. Didn’t help

Aranya though because she didn’t drink and soon she was bored, sitting on a
couch that stank, alone. Everyone else was drunk. This was such a mistake. How
could she think loud music, drunken girls and boys falling over each other,
shouting dumb jokes into each other’s ears could mean a celebration for her?

Raghuvir had texted her that he would come, but a little late, and that was the
only consolation.

She started to read newspapers on her phone. From the corner of her eye she
could see Ritika and Dhruv having a good time on the dance floor.
She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened had it not been for

Dhruv. She would have had to call her parents again. They would have slapped
her, berated her, called her names, and hated her existence.
Dhruv who had put her through it the first time had now repaid the debt.

It troubled her. She owed it to Dhruv and it was eating her up inside,
infinitesimally, making her feel hollow.
And that bastard was dancing without a care in the world.

I Love u Rachu