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breasts.’
‘Can you say that again for me?’
‘Breasts. You’re such a child.’

‘That sounded so good! And if assignments are all you want, I will do them
for him and give them to you by today evening but I know that’s not all. There’s
no harm in saying you miss him. Hell, I miss him, too. He’s the only friend I

have. And that’s when we are not even friends.’
Aranya shrugged like she didn’t care. How blatantly Sanchit could proclaim
his love for Dhruv, a flawed asshole at best? ‘It’s about the assignments,

Sanchit.’
‘I’m your senior, Aranya.’ Sanchit lit a cigarette. ‘And I was as loved by the
professors as you were. I have their numbers on speed dial. Not only do I know

that Dhruv’s assignments are completed and submitted, but his attendance too is
cent per cent. Now I wonder who made that possible.’
Aranya went red in the face; she felt dizzy and embarrassed as hell. ‘I . . . I . . .

was just helping out.’
‘If you have already taken care of them, why are you standing here asking me
about Dhruv’s attendance and his assignments? Do you think I’m a six-year-

old?’
Aranya didn’t think there was any merit in continuing the conversation. So

she just started to walk away. Sanchit followed her and said, ‘He asked about
you. Quite a few times.’
‘What?’
‘Yes, but in the same way you did. He had an even sillier pretext but let’s not

get into that.’
‘What did you tell him?’

‘I told him you were distracted and you keep asking about him. I told him I
was sure you miss him.’
‘Are you crazy? I don’t miss him at all,’ said Ananya showing fake anger;
secretly she was happy about Dhruv missing her.

Sanchit smiled. ‘Chill. He didn’t ask anything about you and I didn’t tell.’
Her heart sank. ‘Good,’ said Aranya and hurried into the library.

She heard Sanchit chuckle in the background and shout, ‘Let me know if you
need help doing his assignments. And can you say breasts again?’