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single friend I can call my own. All I think about is you and you. You just come
and go as you like. Why? Look at me and respond to what I ask, Dhruv. What
have you asked for and I haven’t given you, Dhruv? What else can I do to be a

better girlfriend? For you to be like everyone else, like a normal boyfriend? Why
do I have to settle for love in your hate? Why don’t you make me feel loved?’
‘I do everything a boyfriend does,’ Dhruv said irritably.

‘No, you don’t, Dhruv. Just because you beat up anyone who comes near me
and make me feel protected doesn’t mean you love me. When was that one time
you held my hand and told me I meant something to you? Dhruv, despite your

damned bravado, you’re a scared little piece of shit inside. You don’t have the
balls to accept your love for anyone. You’re just scared you will be the same
wrecked shit everyone else is.’

‘Ritika, you need to calm the fuck down and shut up.’
‘What shut up. Say if it isn’t true.’ Ritika thrust a finger in his face. ‘You’re
just crazy, Dhruv. You just pretend to be in love. And I’m tired of this. I’m tired

of looking for signs to feel loved. Oh. Look at that. Dhruv just berated that girl,
he must be in love with me. Oh. He just hit that boy black and blue, he must be
in love with me. I’m tired, Dhruv. I’m just tired. I need normalcy. I don’t give a

shit if you cheat on me, if you’re not committed, if you’re still in love with your
ex-girlfriend. All I want is for you to be in LOVE with me when you’re with me.
I can protect myself, Dhruv. I don’t need you for that. I want love from you and

you clearly aren’t ready for it. And the FUCKING problem is that I can wait. I
can wait for you to turn a full circle and come back to me.’ Ritika got up. ‘If you
ever feel you’re ready to be in a relationship, I will be waiting. But before that,

please don’t call me. We’ve broken up for now.’
Ritika walked away from him, crying. A tired Dhruv walked to his room and
crawled to his bed. Sanchit walked in and closed the door behind him.

‘Ritika called last night,’ said Sanchit, his voice solemnly serious. ‘I told her
you were out. But I guess a friend told her you were out with Aranya.’ Dhruv
was too drained to talk about it. He stared at Sanchit like a corpse. ‘When will

you tell Aranya?’
‘What?’
‘That you love her, fucker.’

‘I love Ritika. I need to get her back.’
‘Why the fuck would you do that?’