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‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Fine. Let’s play a little game here, Aranya.’ Sanchit faked diabolic laughter
and raised an eyebrow for effect. ‘You don’t love him, do you? So under no

circumstances would you let go of the internship for him.’
‘No.’
‘Because you have a Hitler-like father and you would do anything to run away

from him, wouldn’t you?’
‘How do you know that?’ asked Aranya.
‘I am God. You will realize that later. But back to the point, what was I

saying? Oh yes, the internship. Dhruv needs it or he will have to spend two
months in the hostel alone. ALONE. His father just died and he doesn’t have a
family to go back to. Pretty tough life that kid has. I asked him to come with me

but he refused. He’s going to be depressed as shit here. He looks suicidal to me.’
‘I don’t care. I would see him go under a bus.’
‘We will know about that tomorrow, won’t we?’ asked Sanchit.

‘Sure, now if you don’t mind I have to revise the course for the third time in
two days to bolster my already lopsided chance of running your friend into the
ground.’

‘Damn. You’re cruel! Did I mention that his estranged father just died and he
has been drowning in depression? Or did you just miss that part?’

Aranya shrugged. ‘Just so I know, did you give him the same choice? What
did he pick?’
‘Maybe I did. Wouldn’t you really like it if I told you that?’ asked Sanchit and
walked away calmly, knowing full well he had destroyed Aranya’s night. She

would spend the hours battling whether to save Dhruv or save herself.
Love’s cruel, thought Sanchit, and it won’t be any fun if it’s not so. Easy love

is no love. Love’s not love unless you’re laid waste by it, unless you’re
destroyed by it, ripped apart and scarred for life by it. Puppy love is bullshit, it’s
for kids, hook-ups and sex. Real love is to see your girl humiliate you by getting
into bed with your best friend and enjoying it, and still being with her, knowing

it will destroy you and that you will destroy her. Love is a conscious decision to
be destroyed. Love is being in a roller coaster without the seat belt, there will be

highs and lows, you may be thrown out, trampled beneath the wheels, or thrown
up to the heavens.
If you can do that, you can be in love. Otherwise, try again, maybe?