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know where I’m going with it.
The flat is paid for by the company, which has taken an immense liking to me.
I finally feel at home. My brains are respected here, feared, and everything else
comes later. I have been doing great and I think I have a good shot at getting a

job here and working under Raghuvir. Haha! Get the pun? Working under him?
Get it? Get it?

Raghuvir is a man unlike you. He takes care of me. He’s working on me with a
welding flame and a sledgehammer, chipping away at the walls around me,
trying to make me fall in love, making this relationship work. Soon, I think both
of us will love the shit out of each other. Persistence, as he insists, is one of his

strongest suits, and I think it’s working.
Please also find attached with the mail a couple of pictures of us, Raghuvir

and I, hugging, slightly drunk from the party Raghuvir hosted last Saturday
where he showed me off as his girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND.
My parents seem to be extremely happy for me suddenly. My mother
constantly tells my brother to type out recipes and send them to me so that

Raghuvir remains impressed by my culinary skills. My mother thinks that food
will keep Raghuvir ensnared.

I share those recipes with Raghuvir and he cooks them for me. Also sending
two pictures of when he cooked elaborate meals for me. I haven’t used filters on
any of the pictures. He’s a great cook and sometimes he cooks naked.

Until next time.
Bye!
Aranya

(The happiest girl in the world)

She hit the SEND button and shut down the laptop. It had been a month and
Dhruv hadn’t followed up on his counter-threat of ‘I’m going to fucking crush
you, Aranya.’ This had started to bother Aranya. Dhruv couldn’t have so easily

moved on with his life after wreaking havoc in hers. Things had to go her way,
one way or the other.

It was time she made her move. She was not going to lose. She wasn’t giving
up on Dhruv so easily.
In the kitchen, Raghuvir was fastidiously trying to whip up something for
their dinner that night.