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Dhruv couldn’t wait for the night to be over. Ritika was too drunk and there

were moments when he wanted to smack her face, leave her and the club. There
she was flailing her arms around, trying to kiss Dhruv all time, and being a
fucking nuisance.
‘She’s going to puke, man,’ said Sanchit.

Dhruv helped Ritika to the washroom. The girls judged Ritika, and Dhruv
swore at them. ‘Should I stare at your stubble?’ snapped Dhruv at one of them.

The girls looked away.
The line outside the men’s was shorter.
‘SHE’S GOING TO PUKE,’ shouted Dhruv and the boys parted and made
way for Ritika and Dhruv.

‘I’m not going to puke.’ Ritika smiled at the boys who were sniggering.
‘Shut the fuck up,’ said Dhruv and took her inside the boys’ washroom where

he threatened everyone to leave within the next thirty seconds or he would
smash their heads on the mirrors. The three boys who were fixing their hair
slunked out.
‘I’m fin—’

And Ritika puked all over the floor, falling to her knees. Half-digested food,
bile and alcohol spilled out on to the floor and a murderous stink rose from it.

Dhruv held her hair while she retched and emptied her bowels on the floor.
Doctors should have been on standby to collect a spare kidney lying on the floor.
‘This is the last fucking time you’re drinking.’

She kept on retching and muttering apologies in broken words and grunts,
feigning innocence and blaming the strong, cheap vodka.
Dhruv called Sanchit to ask him to get lemonade but the call went

unanswered. Meanwhile Ritika had nothing left to vomit but hot air. She was
smiling like a guilty puppy that had soiled the carpet. ‘I feel much better.’ Dhruv
wanted to smack her square on her face.

‘Are you sure?’ asked Dhruv. She nodded. Dhruv picked her up and made her
sit on the slab around the washbasins where she crawled to the tap and washed
her face. He took the mop and cleared the muck as much as he could. Little

sacrifices you have to make when you date someone who fucking doesn’t know