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‘Of course I’m happy. I’m very happy,’ said Aranya.
‘Your face says something entirely different.’
‘It’s just that I’m overwhelmed at what you’re doing for me. It’s a lot to think

about,’ said Aranya, rummaging through a million thoughts clamouring in her
mind. After all, Raghuvir did call love an equation which you can manipulate to
get the best results. Love was always supposed to mean passion, happiness,

disappointment, depression, exhilaration, but in Raghuvir’s version of love, it
meant comfort and convenience. Shouldn’t Aranya be happy with just that?
Beggars can’t be choosers after all

‘You can take your time,’ said Raghuvir, and as if on cue he looked at his
watch. ‘I need to go now. Three more kids to interview. Best of luck, Aranya.’
‘You too, Sir.’

‘Raghuvir.’
Raghuvir patted Aranya, got up and left. Aranya felt all the questions drown
out till just one of them bobbed to the surface, begging to be answered, the

promise of acceptance and a new life, Raghuvir, with the uncertain possibility of
love—Dhruv. In her heart, thinking about Raghuvir already meant betrayal of
what she had begun to feel for Dhruv.

She got up and walked towards the room, the ferocity of her feelings for
Dhruv, hatred or love, fully hitting her. She saw the third boy leave the room for
his interview.

‘Best of luck,’ she whispered to the boy. The boy didn’t answer and walked
straight to the interview room.
Aranya turned to the door behind which Dhruv sat.

She would ask Dhruv, the only boy she now believed she had always been in
love with, if he wanted her to stay with him or leave forever. It was time to see if
the boy who fought for everything would fight for her. It was her last chance at

the kind of love she wanted to experience.
It was time for Dhruv to stand to the test. If Dhruv failed, Aranya would have
to relegate herself to a life where love’s just another set of rules written on a

paper, understandable, mediocre, compromised, dull . . .

I Love u Rachu