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great. We come from a humble background and she needs to keep her marks up.’
‘I will see what I can do. Now I have a few meetings to attend. Thank you for

coming, Mr Gupta. The peon will show you out.’
Aranya and her father left Prof. Mitra’s cabin. Aranya’s upper lip was

bleeding.
‘Call your mother and tell her what you did,’ her father said. He dialled the
number and gave the phone to Aranya. ‘TELL HER EVERYTHING,
bhenchod!’ She held the phone and broke down. Her father snatched the phone

from her and narrated to her mother the details of what the professors had said
about Aranya, embellishing it with more imagined details.

Aranya sat with her head hung low, her lips bleeding.
‘Take me to the boy,’ her father told Aranya.
‘Dad, I’m sorry. Nothing will ever happen again.’
‘TAKE ME TO THE BOY.’

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