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The binoculars were beyond repair. While he walked back to his room his
phone rang; it was from an unknown number.
‘Hey!’

‘Who’s this?’
‘Ritika,’ said the voice.
‘Ritika?’

‘The girl you helped a couple of hours back?’
‘Where did you get my number from?’
‘Is that important?’ asked the girl.

‘Only if you’re a psycho stalker.’
‘No, I’m not. Your voice sounds strange. Were you sleeping? Should I call
later?’

‘It’s nothing,’ said Dhruv, wiping the tears off with his sleeve. ‘I was just
trying to forget something.’
‘Can I help?’

‘Can you?’
‘I can sure try. I owe it to you,’ said the girl.
He walked to his room and found Sanchit slumped outside his door, passed

out. He climbed over him and slammed the door. He spent the night talking to
Ritika while he clicked through 489 pictures of her in twenty segregated albums

on her Facebook account.

I Love u Rachu