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sacrifices you have to make when you date someone who fucking doesn’t know
when to stop drinking. Dhruv was trying not to explode, but Ritika, having
flushed the alcohol out of her system, was sprightly and ready for another round.

He helped her down and they left the washroom. The boys waiting outside
cursed them and crinkled their noses when the ungodly smell of Ritika’s insides
wafted in the air. Dhruv made her sit down and suck on a slice of lemon. He

looked around for Sanchit and found him sitting with Aranya in one corner,
laughing, God knows discussing what. He saw Sanchit put on his best smile and
nudge Aranya into drinking, which she reluctantly did and they both laughed and

drank.
Sanchit had never hidden his admiration for Aranya, calling her hot,
intelligent, Geek Queen, whenever he got the chance. It made Dhruv squirm. He

told himself it was because he was possessive about Sanchit and didn’t want him
to cross enemy lines.
For the next half-hour, he kept a count of how many drinks Aranya had. Their

laughter kept on getting louder, their high-fives more intense, the jokes more
intimate. Dhruv imagined walking up to them and socking Sanchit’s face. He
kept sending Sanchit texts asking him where he was but Sanchit, who seemed

mesmerized by his company, didn’t check his phone.
Dhruv got his chance when Sanchit excused himself and walked towards the

men’s.
‘Will you be okay?’ asked Dhruv. Ritika mumbled.
Dhruv followed Sanchit into the washroom, bent over to check the stall and
spotted Sanchit’s jeans crumpled against his army slippers. Dhruv entered the

washroom stall next to his and banged on the common wall.
‘It’s me, you bastard,’ said Dhruv. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing

with her?’
Sanchit grunted. ‘We are just talking. I think I’m in love with her.’
Dhruv banged on the door.
‘What’s wrong with you!’ exclaimed Sanchit. ‘I’m trying to concentrate on

potty here.’
‘You fucking can’t be in love with her.’

‘It’s not really in my hands, dude. What is in my hands is this faucet, though,
and if you bang on the wall again I’m going to rain water on you.’
‘She’s the enemy, Sanchit.’