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whispered in her ear, as he nibbled, ‘Plus, I won the bet, didn’t I?’
‘Fine,’ said Aranya and pushed Dhruv over. She sat on Dhruv, unmindful of

how heavy she was, and dived into his neck. ‘Just because we had a bet.’
‘Fuck. You’re hot,’ murmured Dhruv as Aranya slobbered and sucked on his
neck.

‘Remember that tomorrow and for the rest of your life.’
They spent the next two days in Dhruv’s bed, making out, reading
newspapers, watching Homeland, Vampire Diaries, Black Mirror, mocking each

other, kissing each other till their lips went dry, arguing about who was
responsible for their doomed relationship, reading books they liked in the
library, soaking in the afternoon sun, eating all the bad canteen food they had

never tried, and not talking about what stared them right in the face.
Dhruv clicked a lot of pictures of them being in love. Because he was Dhruv
and he wanted her for life.

I Love u Rachu