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Dhruv regretted his decision of riding the damned motorcycle to Delhi

Technological University (DTU), the college he had gotten through. Still about
fifty kilometres to go, the rotting piece of shit had broken down twice. He
stepped into a dhaba while the mechanic refilled the coolant.
‘Ek chai, bina chini!’ Dhruv shouted asking for a cup of tea without sugar.

Earlier, Dhruv had filled his shaker with three scoops of 100 per cent whey
protein, two scoops of glutamine, three scoops Amino and two scoops of

BCAAs, topped it with water and shook it till a little bit of the froth had dribbled
out. It smelled like shit but it was essential for rapid muscle growth, and to help
him break out of the plateau he had hit with the overhead and the bench press.
A couple of houseflies started to hover around the dirty bandage on his right

hand. He needed a new dressing for that wound. He leaned back into his chair
and smiled thinking of how he had smashed Karan’s face while the latter tried to

run away from him, crawling on all fours, of the sweet sound of his nose
crushing against his knuckles. But that’s how Dhruv operated. People needed to
be punished and left with scars that would remain for a lifetime. What had really
cracked Dhruv up was when Karan staggered to his feet and threw a rock at

Dhruv who caught it with his right hand, and used the same to break Karan’s
nose. Dhruv still thought he let him off easy.

Karan had admitted to kissing his ex-girlfriend and had the gall to say, ‘But
you had broken up with her!’ Seconds later Dhruv’s fist crashed into his ribs,
snapping them like dry twigs.

‘You need to ask me before taking my things,’ Dhruv had whispered in his
ear.
A serving boy came with the tea. It was the sweetest fucking thing he had ever

tasted and he spat it out.
‘Fuck.’
Before Dhruv could have called out to the boy and given him a mouthful, he

was already serving a meal to a girl who sat at another corner of the dhaba with
her back towards him. Dhruv gargled with the tea instead, not wanting any extra
calories in his bloodstream, and spat it out, making sure the cashier noticed it.