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the highest marks in the first semester but to no avail. I’m sorry but I had to tell
               you this. You’re the only ones who can make her realize that I really love her.’
                  Her father was unimpressed. He shot a glance towards Aranya. ‘What the hell

               is this, Aranya?’ he thundered.
                  Aranya looked down at her feet not knowing what to do.
                  ‘ANSWER YOUR FATHER,’ said Raghuvir, clutching his head like it was

               about to burst.
                  ‘We are so sorry, Raghuvir,’ her mother said in a pleading tone to Raghuvir
               who was now pacing around in little circles. ‘I’m sure there’s some mistake.’

                  Her father had now got up. Aranya and Dhruv both knew what was going to
               happen. ‘Hold him,’ her father instructed Aranya’s brother. ‘We will call the
               police. He tried making an MMS of my daughter. I’ll get this bastard thrown in

               jail.’ Her brother held Dhruv who allowed him to do so even though he could
               have flicked the boy away. People had started to look now.
                  Aranya’s father charged towards Aranya but Dhruv shouted. ‘Stop! It’s not

               her fault. It’s Raghuvir who misled her.’
                  ‘What are you saying?’ Her father turned, his hand half raised. ‘Shut your
               mouth, fucker.’

                  Dhruv saw a hand rushing to meet his face. It crashed against his nose,
               making it bleed.

                  ‘Check Raghuvir’s phone. He’s already seeing other women. He’s playing
               with your daughter’s life. Check his phone and you will know. DO IT!’
                  ‘What’s he saying?’ Aranya’s father turned towards Raghuvir. Aranya was
               stumped.

                  ‘I . . . it’s . . . nothing,’ said Raghuvir and his hand reached his pocket.
                  ‘SHOW ME,’ the father said and lunged towards Raghuvir. He grabbed him

               and pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Raghuvir tried
               fighting but her father was too strong.
                  Aranya’s father frantically unlocked the phone and read the messages. His
               face bloated in anger. He passed the phone to Aranya’s mother. Aranya looked

               on speechlessly. Aranya’s mother squinted her eyes and read the messages
               slowly.’

                  ‘Bhenchod! KAUN HAI YE FARAH!’ her father shouted and smacked
               Raghuvir who staggered backwards.
                  ‘Look, I can explain,’ said Raghuvir and looked at Aranya.
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