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Since I had realized that studying in India amongst certified losers like you
wasn’t my thing, I started to apply to colleges abroad and got accepted into
many. Where would I get the money from? The company will pay for it!
Raghuvir managed that for me. I told you—he’s quite the man.

I AM SO HAPPY! I AM FINALLY LEAVING DELHI!
So as soon as this internship ends, I’m going to start the process to take that

transfer. I will no longer be in that shithole where you will rot for three more
years before you graduate or die, whichever comes earlier.
Raghuvir will soon be shifting with me to the US after he completes two years
in Bangalore and I will wait for him! Because why shouldn’t I? He gives me

everything I want, is thoughtful and kind, and keeps me happy. And being with
him ensures your defeat. So why not!

I can’t wait to see you in college and mock you. Do you have a paunch yet
from all that drinking?
Regards
Aranya

(SO HAPPY!)

He threw the phone away from his reach before he had the urge to read any
more mails and feel worse about it. He drank a little more and tried to sleep

again but his head spun like a goddamn Ferris wheel and he vomited all over the
floor.
Fuck.

He staggered to his feet and wobbled to the door and went out. He came back
with a mop and a bucket of water and phenyl. He cleaned up his vomit even as
his vision blurred, and mopped the entire room till it smelt like a hospital. He

kept the bucket and the mop outside the room, and fell asleep like a log.
Dhruv woke up with a start. The throbbing in his head was back. He held his
head but it didn’t go away. He soon realized the throbbing came from the

banging on the door.
‘Who the fuck is it?’ shouted Dhruv and he looked for his slippers. He found

one beneath the bed and one on the study table. He put them on and walked to
the door. The incessant banging had not stopped. ‘COMING!’ shouted Dhruv
and opened the door.
He didn’t even get a good look at who it was and felt a force pushing him to