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‘SHUT UP! If I find you near my daughter again, I’m going to file a police
complaint.’
And this time it was Dhruv’s turn to bear the brunt of Aranya’s father’s heavy

hand. It hit him square on his face. Dhruv staggered backwards and leant on the
table to steady himself. Her father continued to humiliate Dhruv, exhausting his
entire vocabulary of expletives. Aranya closed her eyes in anticipation of what

would follow.
Dhruv would stand up and laugh. He would clench his fist and throw her
father to the ground with one blow. He would shout, you fucker, and would

continually punch her father in the face till a few teeth came loose and he spat
blood. He would spit on her father but that wouldn’t still cut it. He would jab her
father’s ribcage with his foot and swing his foot on his face. FUCK YOU, he

would shout. He would walk away from the scene with a smile on his face.
But nothing happened. Dhruv did nothing.
‘Sorry, Sir,’ he said and stared at his shoes.

‘Listen to me.’ Her father grabbed his collar. ‘This is your last chance or I will
kill you. Do you hear me? I WILL KILL YOU. Now get lost!’ He let Dhruv go,
who left without a single word.

He did nothing, absolutely nothing.
Aranya’s father left soon after, promising Aranya that he would need a daily
progress report, that he would regularly call all of her professors to keep track of

her.
Aranya couldn’t understand though how Dhruv let her father leave the college
without a broken jaw and a fractured skull.

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