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‘What exactly are our plans?’ asked Aranya as she climbed on to Dhruv’s

motorcycle.
‘I’m not sure of it. But they will include chains, restraints, pliers and medieval
instruments of torture.’
Dhruv tossed Aranya the helmet and revved up his motorcycle. He drove to

the nearest booze shop and picked up a few bottles with varied alcohol
percentages guaranteed to knock them out.

‘Don’t tell me that after all this, all you want to do is get me drunk,’ shouted
Aranya in Dhruv’s ear. The bottles clanged near her legs in the black satchel.
‘I want to celebrate our separation. Is that too much to ask for?’ Dhruv
shouted back.

Aranya shrugged. Dhruv parked his motorcycle at the far corner of the hostel
parking and sneaked Aranya into his hostel room.

‘WELCOME!’ said Sanchit and hugged Aranya. ‘I thought you were leaving
without saying goodbye!’ Dhruv closed the lid of his laptop. Sanchit had been
watching fat women porn.
‘This is the dirtiest room I have ever stepped into,’ said Aranya.

‘What’s this?’ asked Sanchit and took the bottles from her. His eyes lit up.
‘PERFECT! Come, Aranya, we will show you the perfect place to drink this.

The last night the three of us will ever spend together.’
‘We are not friends,’ echoed Dhruv and Aranya.
‘And then you say you’re not made for each other.’

Sanchit led them to the roof where they poured themselves large drinks.
Dhruv noticed that Sanchit sit between him and Aranya like a parent. Dhruv was
still a little high from the rum and the thundering victory over Aranya. He

poured two shots down his throat. He found the anger, the animosity, years of
hatred melting away and he wanted to wrap himself around Aranya, the cute,
ugly girl.

‘What will you miss the most?’ asked Sanchit.
‘Me?’
‘Obviously, you. Why would I ask Dhruv? He’s going to rot here for the rest

of his life mourning you.’