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Raghuvir argued, fought, shouted, and got Aranya another crack at the interview.

He left the room and found the bench empty.
Shit. He fetched his cellphone and frantically dialled her number.
On the other side of the campus, the phone rang in Aranya’s trembling hand.
She put it on silent and skipped up the stairs to reach the corridor where Dhruv’s

room was.
It was a leap of faith and made zero sense but she needed to tell him she loved

him. He needed to know or she would forever be troubled by ‘What If I Had
Told Him?’ She owed herself a better love story, an extraordinary love story
rather than the one on offer. As she sprinted along the corridors she imagined
Dhruv being shocked, then overwhelmed, going down on his knees, confessing

his love for her, apologizing for everything he had done and would do, and then
fight off Raghuvir, her tyrannical parents, her annoying brother and take her

away and keep her for himself. She was smiling as she thought of this fantasy.
Butterflies waged wars in her tummy. Could this actually happen? The more she
neared Dhruv’s room the more she started to believe in it. Why wouldn’t it
happen after all? This was going to change everything. Things would get messy,

ugly, irreparable, but that’s how love works, isn’t it? She breathed deeply. She
was ready for it.

She stood at the door of Dhruv’s room and knocked.
‘Go away,’ shouted Dhruv.
She knocked again.

‘GO AWAY!’
She knocked harder. She could hear shuffling inside. Her heart leapt. She
would keep it short and simple.

The door was opened by Dhruv, shirtless, which distracted Aranya for a few
seconds.
‘Who’s that? What’s she doing here?’ said a voice from behind.

Aranya, who had imagined the worst by now, peeked behind Dhruv’s
shoulder to see Ritika hiding her naked body behind a bed sheet. Damn. No. No.
No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO.

Aranya ran as fast as her legs could take her. She was hurtling towards the