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Aranya frowned.
‘But that’s a discussion for some other time,’ Raghuvir continued and turned

towards her. He picked up the bottle of vodka from the floor. ‘Enjoy the night. It
won’t come again.’

‘. . .’
‘Have a good night,’ he said patting her back, and walked away, leaving her to
think about this lost genius, his boy-next-door-like gorgeousness, and his stupid
decision to give it all up to be a stupid professor in a stupid college with stupid

students who were having a good time while she was sipping the stupid orange
juice from a plastic glass.

I Love u Rachu