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‘She knows the Schrodinger equation by heart.’
Dhruv banged the door again. Sanchit aimed the faucet at Dhruv who returned
it with a toilet paper roll.

‘Stop that, you juvenile asshole. And once you get out of this washroom, you
have a choice to make. Either you talk to her or you talk to me.’
‘Stop being a melodramatic bitch, Dhruv. I got to go to her. Not because I’m

in love with her, which I am, truly and deeply, but because she’s drunk now. I
can’t leave her alone. Also, we are discussing horror movies, Mithun
Chakroborty’s Gunda and Indian politics, man.’

‘Why the hell would you get her drunk?’ grumbled Dhruv.
‘What the fuck is your problem?’
‘I just don’t want you around her, okay,’ warned Dhruv and stormed out of his

stall.
Ritika was sleeping, stretched out on the couch. Dhruv ordered a drink to take
the edge off. He watched Aranya sway to the music in the distance, clearly

drunk, a happy smile on her face and shouting out an occasional ‘Woohoooo’
like any other normal girl would. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Sanchit
walked towards the bar to get another drink.

This was Dhruv’s chance to talk to Aranya. About what, he didn’t know.
But before he could start walking in Aranya’s direction, Raghuvir walked in,
dressed up in a nice shirt for a change. Dhruv felt a gut-clenching ache. Aranya

almost threw herself on Raghuvir and they started to talk animatedly. ‘He is a
fucking professor for God’s sake!’ muttered Dhruv angrily. She should have
shown some respect, not shoved her breasts on to him.

‘What are you looking it?’ asked Sanchit, now sitting next to Dhruv.
‘I don’t even know who you are,’ said Dhruv.
‘We have shared holy faucet water. We are brothers.’

‘We aren’t even friends,’ snapped Dhruv. ‘Go, fucking laugh with her. Why
are you fucking sitting here?’
‘You have a very limited vocabulary, both of you. She kept saying fucking,

fucking, fucking. She’s damn hot, dude,’ Sanchit said, his tone not sleazy but
serious. ‘Look at her. Shit.’
Aranya snapped her fingers and ordered another drink but Raghuvir, the

protective bastard, waved the waiter off. A few students looked at Raghuvir and
Aranya and whispered to each other.