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wretched thing has followed me ever since,’ said Dhruv, grumbling.
‘That’s so sweet,’ said Aranya and pulled his cheeks.

‘I’m not a baby,’ said Dhruv and looked at Aranya, her face hovering around
his. Dhruv held her gaze and leaned forward.

‘Don’t do this,’ said Aranya even as Dhruv’s lips almost touched hers.
‘Why not?’
They were kissing now. His lips were on hers. She sensed his eagerness and
placed her hands on his shoulders to push him away but she couldn’t. He pulled

her closer to himself. She wanted to fight but she realized it was already a lost
battle. Dhruv’s kiss was more like an assault, an amateur kissing for the first

time, and it almost took her by surprise as she struggled to make sense of the
rapid and random movements of Dhruv’s tongue and lips . . . and of what was
happening.
You’re a fucking dog, Dhruv could hear the words echo in his brain as he

kissed Aranya in what would be the worst kiss in the world. He realized
Aranya’s helplessness and the disarray and slowed down a little. Slow. He told

himself and went soft on her.
‘We shouldn’t be doing this,’ said Aranya. She felt Dhruv backing off a bit.
Maybe his education obtained from porn was giving way to what he had read in

Cosmopolitan or something. Aranya felt like she should feel guilty but she
didn’t. Instead she thought of hypothetical situations involving mad, passionate
sex between Raghuvir and Farah Iqbal. It became quite tough when she felt

Dhruv’s hand creep up inside her T-shirt. She felt more nervous, more conscious
than she had felt with Raghuvir. She felt like a thousand cameras were trained on
her and were relentlessly capturing every part of her.

‘Lights,’ she said.
Dhruv hopped off like an eager monkey and switched off the lights. He took
off his T-shirt and walked towards her. She had to blink twice to make herself

believe that those abs actually existed and were soon going to crash into the sea
of fat that was her stomach.
‘I’m not sure about this,’ said Aranya as Dhruv stripped her, slowly yet

dexterously.
‘Obviously, you are,’ said Dhruv and kissed her everywhere. Aranya froze in
pleasure and embarrassment. How could Dhruv like kissing the girl he had

called ugly all his life? She almost felt guilty for looking the way she did. Dhruv
whispered in her ear, as he nibbled, ‘Plus, I won the bet, didn’t I?’