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‘. . .’
‘I’m almost impressed!’

‘I never agreed to what you’re saying,’ snapped Aranya, her secret now out.
‘But if you want this plan to work, you need to hurt him a little more. You

need to trust me on this, Aranya. I’m on your team and I will do anything to
make the fucked-up love story of you guys work. I admit I was rooting for
Raghuvir and you for a bit but seeing how desperate you guys are—you being all
scheming and him being all mopey and depressed—it seems I made an error in

judgement. And that’s a first even for me!’
There was silence on the other side for a bit and then Aranya spoke, taking a

leap of faith, hoping Sanchit could help her, scared if he would laugh at her.
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Dhruv needs to hear or see or feel something that will crush him. These mails
won’t work. You have to do something bigger, something he would never forget,

something very dire, something big.’
‘Like?’

Sanchit thought for a little while and spoke with a great deal of excitement in
his voice. ‘Though it kills me to say this because I love Dhruv, have sex with
Raghuvir and make him listen to every moan of yours,’ said Sanchit as a matter

of fact.
‘What!’
‘Trust me, it will work! It’s the best plan ever.’

The door was knocked on again. ‘Are you talking on the phone?’ asked
Raghuvir.
‘No!’ said Aranya and cut the call.

‘Are you okay in there?’ asked Raghuvir.
‘I’m fine.’
Aranya washed her face, stared at her reflection in the mirror, sprayed herself

with deodorant, pasted a smile on her face and stepped out of the washroom.
Would it work? She found herself thinking about Sanchit’s crazy idea.
Her phone beeped. It was Sanchit. Go for it, trust me, it’s going to work, it

said.
‘There you are,’ said Raghuvir, a slice of pizza hanging from his hand and his
glass of wine half-empty. There was a light in his eyes. He poured Aranya a

glass.
‘What are we drinking?’ asked Aranya and sat next to him.