Page 172 - The World's Best Boyfriend

He would miss Aranya and the joy of having found someone he could relate
to. All that radio talk about opposites being perfect for each other is nonsense.
You always find someone who’s exactly similar to you. With whom you can

stick so close that only a vacuum can exist between the two of you.
He zipped the suitcase shut. He would miss Aranya. What was it in her? He
certainly wasn’t in love with her. And what was love anyway? He had been with

way too many women to know it didn’t exist. Maybe love was nothing more
than finding someone who loved the exact things that you did. Love was not
about loving everything about the other person, or being intimate, or being loyal,

or being happy with sleeping with one person for the rest of your life; love was
about finding yourself again. So he loved Aranya in that sense even though he
really didn’t! Love was not really a fairy tale. It was a practical relationship from

which both the partners gained something. And he knew that though Aranya
fawned over him, she was into Dhruv. Only a fool wouldn’t understand that
those two were supposed to end up together. So for now, there was no place for

Raghuvir in the equation. Dhruv and Aranya were young and foolish and they
didn’t know the world like Raghuvir did. He had been like them once and had
got burned. They would too.

A part of him hoped Aranya would bump into him and he would explain to
her what love really was and maybe they would have a chance then. If not, he
had the best in his heart for her.

Having resigned, he spent the next day locked up naked in the room with
Smriti and left the college without a word.

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