She rolled down the window and felt
the Delhi smog run through her hair for
the last time. Raghuvir held her hand.
Aranya smiled weakly at him and
wondered when her relationship would
break down. She would have to stop
pretending to be Farah Iqbal quite soon.
It was too time consuming for her to be
someone else. She had done it for far too
long. But she knew it would happen
sooner or later. Two years is a long time.
Raghuvir would forget her, find a new
muse, fall in love and leave her alone.
What really bothered her were the
miles between Dhruv and her. Would she
ever forget that boy? Would success and