Page 39 - The World's Best Boyfriend

actually the day your ex-boyfriend walks through the door and tells your parents
about you being a nymphomaniac that really does you in.
Dhruv sounded genuine in his shame. Tears flowed out abundantly and

ceaselessly from his sorry eyes, erasing any doubt, firmly planting the belief that
their daughter was some kind of depraved girl, a pervert who used their bedroom
and their kitchen for her misdemeanours.

By the time Dhruv was finished, he had made sure Satvika’s parents were
only slightly milder than the Talibans, that they would make sure Satvika
suffered a fate worse than death. Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but not by

much.
Satvika was called to the drawing room. She stood by the side of her mother,
teary-eyed, her hair a mess, and her skin pale like a corpse. Dhruv smiled, seeing

her pained and defeated, staring at a shackled life. You deserve it, bitch! You
should have thought about this before you let Karan take my place.
‘Is it true?’ they asked her. Satvika had no answer to give them because

nothing of what Dhruv had said was untrue. They were indeed dating and he was
in love with her for a brief period of time, and yes, they had made out, in her
parents’ bedroom, in the stairs of the empty malls they went to, in the

washrooms of coffee shops, and it was good, not great, at least good enough to
keep the relationship going. But slowly and predictably, distance had crept in

and Dhruv, in anger, had told her to fuck off from his life.
She did, quite literally, and decided to go out for a harmless movie date with a
below-average boy, Karan.
Dhruv would have probably forgiven her for this slight had she not lied about

it. ‘I was at home with Mom,’ she had said, and all hell broke loose. She had lied
and for that she needed to be punished, abandoned and tortured for life.

Dhruv was asked to leave. He had just turned on the bike’s ignition, a second-
hand, weathered Enfield, when he heard what sounded like a dying animal’s
shriek.
‘WHY! WHY DID YOU DO THIS? You said you loved me!’ Satvika waved

and howled frantically from her balcony.
‘I hate women as much as I love them. Didn’t I tell you that?’

‘But—’
‘And because you fucked him!’ shouted Dhruv, putting on his helmet.
‘I—’