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               Aranya sat on the bench outside the interview room, crying. Inside, she could

               hear Raghuvir arguing her case, pushing the two interviewers into hiring her
               even though Aranya hadn’t answered a single question correctly. Raghuvir had
               prodded her, asked her to take a break, relax, have a glass of water, but nothing
               had helped.

                  She had been too distracted by the thought of the interview taking her life in a
               direction she hadn’t had the time to think about. She couldn’t think of anything

               else but Dhruv. What the hell was she doing? She was a pathetic, weak wreck.
                  It must have looked like she deliberately tanked it.
                  She held her head in her hands and cried. What did she want? Dhruv was a
               closed chapter. Didn’t she already see that first-hand? Why was she still holding

               on to the thought inside? Life had thrown a great opportunity her way and she
               had spilled it.

                  The door opened and Raghuvir walked out looking for her. He stood tall in
               front of her, hands on his waist, angry but controlled.
                  ‘What happened in there, Aranya?’
                  ‘I don’t know,’ sobbed Aranya.

                  ‘Listen, Aranya, I dragged them all the way from Bangalore so that they could
               hire you and not only did you embarrass me inside, you ruined the chance of us

               being together. I NEED to know what happened inside,’ muttered Raghuvir
               angrily, his eyes burning.
                  Raghuvir rolled his eyes, turned and slammed the wall with his palm. ‘Damn

               it.’ He breathed deeply to calm himself. ‘Okay. There’s nothing to worry. We
               can still make it. Dhruv didn’t take the interview so you just need to beat that
               halfwit boy we interviewed before.’ He sat on his haunches in front of Aranya

               and took her hand into his. ‘We are going to be fine. I’m going to talk to them
               and we will take the interview again. Just stop crying. I will make it okay, all
               right?’

                  Aranya nodded, tears still flowing abundantly, and all she could think about
               was Dhruv and his running away from the interview. She stopped crying when
               she saw her phone ring. It was her father. Raghuvir prodded Aranya to take the

               call.
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