‘Because you would know, Dhruv.
You are the only one outside my family
who has been capable of giving me
indescribable pain. You’re the only one
who has destroyed my life—twice,’ said
Aranya, her eyes welling up.
Dhruv wanted to tell her he loved her,
but how could he do that? He had lost
every right to wrest her away from
certain happiness. ‘I think you’re right.
Raghuvir is your last chance at
happiness. I think he might be a terrible
choice of a man to be with but he’s your
chance at happiness.’
The door opened again. Aranya was
called for the interview.