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‘Your blood isn’t on my hands now, all right?’ asked Dhruv. Aranya nodded,

smiling widely. ‘What happened inside?’ Dhruv asked irritably, not wanting to
let his imagination run wild.
Aranya didn’t answer; the happiness in her smile was unmistakable and it
bothered Dhruv. He drove dangerously, swerving and weaving between trucks

driving with the high beam on to distract himself from thinking about the two of
them. They were still a couple of hours from Dhruv’s. Somewhere in the last

fifty kilometres, Aranya had drifted off, clutching Dhruv.
‘Huh?’ Aranya woke up with a start and retracted her arms immediately.
‘Sorry, I didn’t know—’
‘It’s okay.’

Dhruv drove on, and Aranya, now wide awake, kept smiling foolishly, much
to his chagrin.

‘Why the fuck are you smiling?’ asked an irritated Dhruv.
‘Huh? I’m not smiling,’ answered Aranya, crunching up her face in surprise.
‘Of course you are. Tell me what happened in there. I didn’t drive all the way
from DTU to this professor’s house to be played games with. I need to know

what happened in there,’ said Dhruv.
‘The deal wasn’t to tell everything!’ argued Aranya, the smile still pasted on

her face. ‘Stop acting like my boyfriend.’
‘Listen. If I were your boyfriend I wouldn’t let you in sight of that man. I
would have just ripped him apart. I have seen how he looks at you. Just tell me

what happened inside.’
‘Whoa. Calm your tits down, Dhruv,’ said Aranya.
‘It’s not madness, it’s love, and you do these things when you’re in love. You

keep nothing back and you give it your all. That’s what love is about. Losing
yourself in it,’ said Dhruv, backing off.
‘I have never been in love. Oh wait! I have been in love. You were asking

why I was smiling, right? That’s because I think I just fell in love.’
Dhruv wanted to drive back, drag Prof. Raghuvir out from his house and
smash his head into his motorcycle’s headlight. He tried hard to keep his words

inside him but they bubbled to the surface and spilled out of his mouth. ‘You’re