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inside him but they bubbled to the surface and spilled out of his mouth. ‘You’re
so fucking weak, Aranya, so fucking WEAK. You kissed him, didn’t you? What
did you do? That’s why you’re smiling, aren’t you? You moron. He told you he

loves you, didn’t he? And you would have said you loved him back? What else
can one expect from a girl like you.’ Dhruv pointed a finger right at her face in
the rear-view mirror. ‘The moment a decent guy approaches, you give in! That’s

not fucking love. That’s called being an attention whore and you’re exactly that!
It comes from a deep-rooted insecurity about being fat and whatever the hell you
look like. Yes, I said it again. You’re fat. You jiggle when you walk. The

vibrations from your belly make the buildings tremble. Didn’t anyone fucking
tell you that?’ And abruptly, Dhruv stopped talking. Aranya wasn’t offended the
least bit—she was grinning. In the absence of a rebuttal to his words they

sounded juvenile and empty.
‘I didn’t kiss him. Yes, he told me he loves me. Something like that. Also, I
WAS an attention whore. Yes, I’m fat. I can’t say I’m particularly proud of it but

I think I’m worth falling in love with. And today, I fell in love with myself.
That’s something worth smiling about, isn’t it, Dhruv? Do you love yourself?
Have you ever asked yourself that?’

‘Whatever.’
Of course he loved himself. He was shredded after all, wasn’t he? He put it

back on.
Aranya asked after a little while, ‘Your father must be sleeping right now,
wouldn’t he?’
‘More like passed out. You remember how he was, don’t you?’ said Dhruv.

‘You can choose not to go.’
‘I don’t go back on my word,’ snapped Dhruv.

‘Is that like your thing? You don’t go back on your word?’ Aranya chuckled.
Dhruv didn’t find it funny. ‘Okay, fine, don’t frown, Dhruv. But why don’t you
go back on your word?’
‘Because our words define us, otherwise what stops the world from

descending into chaos?’
Aranya frowned. ‘So, you think if you don’t go and talk to your father the

world will descend into chaos? Mountains would implode, whirlpools would
swallow civilizations? That’s an exaggeration, don’t you think?’
‘It’s called the butterfly effect. Today, I go back on my word and I don’t go to