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You watch a lot of soaps, don’t you? Think? Hmmm?’
                  ‘Why would she do that?’ asked Dhruv, the question directed towards himself
               rather than Sanchit.

                  ‘Maybe because if she did choose to take the internship, she would lose you
               forever? Maybe the girl is in love with you? Making sense?’
                  ‘That’s bullshit,’ snapped Dhruv.

                  ‘That’s only my theory, Dhruv. You can choose not to believe it. I just want to
               know why you wouldn’t believe the theory.’
                  ‘BECAUSE I CAN’T FUCKING GIVE HER WHAT RAGHUVIR CAN!’

               shouted Dhruv.
                  Sanchit pumped his fist, a creepy smile swept across his face. ‘I knew it!’
                  ‘Huh?’

                  ‘I know you so well I think we should date.’ He walked up to Dhruv and
               pulled up a chair. ‘I understand, man. Dhruv, the eternal lover, backing down,
               sacrificing his love for a better life for the girl. So noble.’

                  ‘You think I should pursue her? What good would come out of that?’ asked
               Dhruv, introspecting.
                  ‘For once, Dhruv, I think you’re doing the right thing. The girl deserves a

               break. And no matter how much I love you, I think you make for an awful
               boyfriend. I don’t think Aranya can take another failed relationship.’

                  ‘Glad to see your confidence in me.’ Dhruv smiled weakly.
                  ‘Don’t be gloomy,’ said Sanchit and tapped his head. ‘It’s fucking brave what
               you’re doing.’
                  ‘It’s not brave. It’s cowardly.’

                  ‘Two sides of the same coin, my friend. Love’s like going to war, Dhruv.
               Those men with medals strapped to their chests aren’t brave. They are afraid to

               get killed. So instead they kill. You’re just saving collateral damage here. Taking
               a bullet for her. You should be proud of yourself.’
                  ‘Shouldn’t you be advocating for me? Pushing me to go, get the girl who
               could be my only shot at love?’

                  Sanchit laughed heartily. ‘If it would have been any girl other than her, I
               would have. But I love Aranya too. Don’t forget that. And I would not see any

               harm come to her. And you, my best friend, are poison.’
                  ‘Fuck off.’
                  ‘As you say, Dhruv,’ said Sanchit. He got up, saluted Dhruv, and left the
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