hatred in Dhruv’s voice whenever they
talked about Aranya, which they had
started doing a lot these days, and it
bothered her. Dhruv would keep talking
about how fucking populist Aranya was,
a total attention whore, an average-
looking girl seeking validation by being
extra sweet, extra hard-working,
needlessly intelligent. His words were
harsher when he put Raghuvir and
Aranya in a sentence, and he would find
reasons to bunk Raghuvir’s classes.
‘You’re overthinking,’ Dhruv would
say when she mentioned his obsession
and wrap his arms around Ritika.