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US ARE BEAUTIFUL!’
The crowd exploded in applause and Aranya swore she saw a couple of girls
cry and mutter, ‘I’m beautiful.’ The girls lost it like it was a fucking Taylor

Swift song.
Prof. Mitra clapped followed by the rest of the bench. Quite some time passed
before the crowd settled down again, still filled up to the brim with an honest

man’s moving words. Dhruv was still smiling at the crowd, and at the girls.
Aranya stood there, confused, almost a little angry.
‘Is there anything else that you want to ask?’ asked Prof. Mitra to the panel,

but the professors shook their heads. ‘Is there anything you want to say, Dhruv?’
‘I think we can directly go into the talent round. But before I do that, I would
humbly like to thank Aranya for organizing this Freshers’ Day. She has worked

really hard for it. Can we have a huge round of applause for her?’ said Dhruv.
The auditorium erupted. Aranya looked on, confused. ‘I was hesitant of what I
should do in the talent round and had it not been for Aranya I wouldn’t have

been able to pick my performance. We slaved for hours together to perfect my
routine. Thank you, Aranya. If I’m good in my talent round, then the entire
credit should go to ARANYA!’ Dhruv shouted, blew a kiss towards her and

smiled. A few boys in the crowd whistled, the professors nodded approvingly.
But Aranya knew that smile. That fucking smile.

He motioned for the music to start. An orchestra with violins and pianos and
cellos and saxophones started to blare out of the speakers. He threw the
microphone on the side.
Dhruv took a deep breath and started to sway his hips to the music. The lights

went out. A spotlight shone on Dhruv, it split into two, red and green and
revolved around him, as Dhruv gyrated. Dhruv swayed his hips faster, his hands

on his chest, slowly and seductively slipping down, and he tugged at his shirt
and pulled it out. He came to the edge of the stage and winked at the crowd and
slowly started to unbutton his shirt.
Now, he was looking at Aranya who stood frozen.

Three more buttons were unbuttoned and he ripped his shirt off. The music
reached a crescendo. He was stripping. No doubt about it now. It was a goddamn

striptease. People gasped. The professors were too stunned to react. Dhruv
jumped into the crowd, shirtless, and started twerking and grinding like Beyonce
on steroids. He grabbed his crotch and thrust his pelvis rhythmically towards the