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‘But have you forgiven me?’ asked Dhruv.
Aranya nodded. ‘I’m sorry.’ And just as she said that Aranya’s flight was

announced and all passengers were asked to get their immigration and security
check done.

‘I should be going,’ said Aranya to her mother.
Her mother whispered in her ear. ‘He’s not that bad. Think about him. He
really likes you.’ Aranya nodded and stood up. She touched her father’s feet; he
hugged her and wished her the best of luck. In a surprising turn of events, her

brother hugged her too.
She had just started to walk towards the gate again when Aranya’s father

tapped Dhruv’s shoulder and said as a matter of fact, ‘Go, drop her.’
‘But—’
‘We don’t mind,’ said her father and shot Aranya a look. Her father had
already decided who they would shift the responsibility of Aranya on. Such

pricks.
Dhruv walked shyly towards Aranya. Aranya acted like a coy newly wed

bride.
‘You’re incorrigible,’ muttered Aranya.
‘Would you have me any other way?’

Aranya smiled. The guard stopped Dhruv at the gate but Aranya pleaded that
she was going away for two years and she could really do with some extra time
with her fiancé. The guard let them go.

Dhruv and Aranya walked towards Immigration.
‘When did you plan this?’ asked Aranya.
‘Once Sanchit told me he was working with you and that I had disappointed

you, failing almost everything you had put me through.’
‘What if he hadn’t told you?’
‘We shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, should we?’ asked Dhruv.

‘Are we still in the line of sight of my parents?’ asked Aranya.
‘No. Why?’
Without another word, Aranya turned and grabbed Dhruv by his collar and

landed a rather savage kiss on his lips which Dhruv reciprocated with equal
ferocity. Several minutes and a lot of embarrassed passengers later, they
separated.

‘That was good,’ said Dhruv.
‘I know.’