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‘Gladly, Sir.’
Raghuvir gave the phone to a scared Aranya who put the phone to her ear.
‘Hello?’

‘Best of luck for the interview,’ said her father.
Click.
Aranya looked at Raghuvir, not knowing how to thank him. This was the

sweetest gesture she had ever seen from her father.
‘What do you think he thought about me?’ asked Raghuvir, smiling now, a far
cry from his serious self moments ago.

‘I think he found the person he can pass on the baggage to,’ said Aranya, and
smiled weakly, thinking of how pathetic and predictable her father was.
‘Don’t say that, Aranya.’

‘I’m your responsibility now. He’s sure to call your parents.’
‘They know about you,’ said Raghuvir.
‘You keep surprising me, Sir.’

Raghuvir smiled. ‘There’s no surprise there, Aranya. Everything’s got to fit in
if we have to make this work. Okay, now you wait here. I need to convince them
for another interview,’ said Raghuvir and held her hand. ‘Give it your best shot

this time.’
‘I don’t seem to have a choice now, do I?’ Aranya nodded, still thinking how
Raghuvir always kept repeating the words ‘compromise’, ‘let’s make it work’,

‘hard work’, like relationships were the most unnatural, forced things people got
into.

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