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It was one in the night when Aranya signed in the hostel register and shifted

back to her old room. It was to be her last five days in this college. After that she
would never come back to this college, this city, her family . . . and Dhruv.
It was over.
She unlocked her room and dragged her suitcases inside. She texted Raghuvir

to inform him that she had reached her hostel. Her parents would get to know the
same from him.

She sighed at the irony. Theirs wouldn’t be a love story that would end
prettily. Her alter ego Farah could easily ensnare Raghuvir. If not Farah,
someone else.
And the one she could imagine a life with was an impotent, powerless, selfish

man revelling in self-pity and hollow heroism of letting her go.
She cradled her phone in her hands and almost dialled a number when there

was a knock on her door. She opened it and Sanchit was standing there in a
hoodie and pink pyjamas. She hurriedly ushered him in.
‘I was just about to call you,’ whispered Aranya.
‘And now I’m here!’

‘What the hell are you doing here? And that’s the worst disguise EVER. Pink
pyjamas? And which girl in this college is 6'4"? You look like a transvestite.’

‘Hey! Hey! Transvestites have feelings too. And I’m 6'2",’ said Sanchit and
looked around the room. ‘So cool! I’m finally in a girl’s hostel room.’ He picked
up a pen and started scratching his name on the inside of the cupboard.

‘I have been calling you since so long! Where have you been? You better not
abandon me after pushing me so far into this. And what the hell is your friend
doing? He has still not come around! You said he would!’

‘Busy,’ said Sanchit and kept on scratching at the paint of her cupboard.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ asked Aranya.
‘Etching my name on your cupboard! What else? Oh. The look on your face

says you want to know why I am doing it. It’s quite simple, Aranya. You’re
going to leave this college and so am I. But after you scores of girls are going to
come to this room and when they see “SANCHIT WAS HERE. MULTIPLE

TIMES” inscribed on the cupboard, they would think of me as a real badass who