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Dhruv couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. He paced around the room,

punched walls and nursed his knuckles, watched porn and masturbated
unsuccessfully, went for a run, but sleep still evaded him.
Despite his threat, Dhruv hadn’t contacted her for a month. It had taken all his
will to not do so and be noble. But today, that ship had sailed. He had to send

that text. It ended rather badly for him.
He was tired now, but whenever he closed his eyes he could clearly see

Aranya pouncing on Raghuvir, stripping him, feasting on him, all the while
looking straight into Dhruv’s eyes and laughing. He would never get that image
out of his head. He turned on his laptop.

From: <royDhruv@gmail.com>

To: <aranyagupta@gmail.com>
Subject: Regret, Sadness, Love

Hi Aranya,

You know how to play your cards. And so do I.
You knew that once you told me what you had done with Raghuvir I wouldn’t
ever be able to get it out of my head, didn’t you? Obviously, you did. You know
how shallow I am by now, don’t you? Or have you always known?

It’s time I accept defeat.
I love you.

Always have. Sometimes I have hated you more than anything else in my life,
but I have always loved you as well.
I have half a mind to come barging into that bedroom of yours and fling
Raghuvir outside the window and take what’s mine. YOU. It’s been a long time

coming. You should have been mine since the time you were ten. We were meant
to be together. Coincidences are God’s way of telling us something.

You want to know why I didn’t follow up on my threat? Because I think you
deserve a good life, a life only Raghuvir can give you. Yes, I was being heroic.
Cheers to that.