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I’m really sorry for that little faux pas last night. I think I must have pocket
dialled you. But what I fail to understand is why you wouldn’t cut the call? You
kept your ear pinned to the phone for 2:57:01 minutes? Why? But thank God you
know how phenomenal Raghuvir is in bed!

I’m glad that now you have a first-hand account of how happy I am.
Also, Sanchit called me last evening. He was harping about how you’re killing

yourself. Going the exact same way your father went. He expected me to pity you
and God knows I searched for it in the deep recesses of my heart and found
nothing. All I found was hate.
It makes me so happy to see you like this. To aid your imagination, I’m

sending you a few pictures from last night. The first one is of the pizza box and
the empty wine bottle, the second one is of the unmade bed after we did it, and

the third one is of me—smiling. Hope you never get this night out of your head
and drink yourself to death.
Regards
Aranya

(The happiest girl in the world)

Tears flowed without restraint from his eyes. He opened the pictures again
even though he didn’t want to. It fucking helped him to recreate the scenario.

He opened another mail. By this time, he had reached for the half-filled bottle
of Old Monk kept near the bedpost. He put it to his lips and took a large swig.
His body revolted.

He read the mail.

From: aranyagupta@gmail.com
To: royDhruv@gmail.com

Subject: Are you dead yet?

Hi Dhruv,
I hope this mail finds you in the worst of health. I hope you’re lonely and
rotting in your hostel room.

It’s been a week since I sent the last mail and I wouldn’t have sent it if I didn’t
have anything to say to you which would make your life even worse.