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will have to write an apology letter for getting MISPLACED in the girls’ hostel,” the warden said.
    “And you and Ansh are going to shift to our house in the city. Your friends can also join you there if they want. Ansh, don’t worry, I’ll inform your parents about it,” Mr. Gajjar said.
    “Yes, uncle!” He meekly replied.
    “And I’m expecting you two at the parking lot. I want to have a word with you two.” He demanded and walked out.
    “Dude, your dad is really cool! He settled everything in less than thirty minutes!” Shilpan said in joy.
    “You have seen only one side of him bro! Now I’m going to face another.” He was right, so right. As they walked to the parking lot, they saw him standing outside his car waiting for them. His driver was sitting inside.
    “First of all, congratulations to you both for the result!” He was calm. It was the same silence that calms everything before the tornado; the real tornado was waiting to explode.
    “Thanks uncle!” Ansh said and he smiled.
    “Thanks dad!” Gajju said and he didn’t respond.
    “Just answer my question. Are you responsible for that property damage? And I’m sure you have a good reason to convince my faith in you why you went in girls’ hostel,” he said.
    “May be dad,” he replied looking down.
    ‘Man! Are you nuts? What the fuck do you want to be? An ideal son?’
    “What do you mean by may be?” Mr. Gajjar asked with a confused and angry look. They were sweating by that time and this time too, the heat was merely playing a minor role.
    “Dad, when results came out, we decided to party, and alcohol was also included in it for the first time. After that what happened is still an enigma. I climbed there because my friend was there and no one knows how he reached there.” He answered.
    Mr. Gajjar looked at Ansh, this time not smiling. He knew Dhruv was going to get the piece of his meat. Ansh was thinking about intervening, but before he could come up with something, SLAP!!! A father slapped his son tightly; this was the second time Dhruv was getting slapped on the same day.
    “Ansh, in the past, when he used to get into things like these, you were the one who always pulled him out. But I guess this time you also got carried away with him!!” He was right. Ansh looked down.
    ‘Just don’t slap me man! I’m not your son. Even my father doesn’t slap.’
    “Promise me Dhruv! That this is the last time I’m pulling you out of this mess.”
    “Promise dad,” Dhruv said.
    “Now, you see that new white Volkswagen Vento?” He asked, pointing towards a new white car.
    “Yes, dad!” Dhruv said, barely glanced at it.
    “This is for you, as I promised. You passed the first year with grace marks but you passed, so here it is.” Dhruv got his energy back in no time and hugged Mr.Gajjar in joy. Ansh was just witnessing a great father-son equation.
    “Listen, drive responsibly. When you are holding the steering wheel in your hand, you don’t hold just your life, but you hold the lives of all other people who care for you. If you over speed it and something occurs, it affects their lives more than yours,” Mr.Gajjar instructed, handed the keys to Gajju and sat in his car.
    After he went, they started walking towards the hostel.
    “Dude you almost got us killed,” Ansh said.
    “No buddy, it was an obligation for me to tell him the truth. If you remember a few years back, when I got in some serious trouble, I lied to him, which led me into more trouble. Then he took a promise from me that I won’t tell a lie whenever I would get in any trouble. That’s why…”
    After hearing this short satire of his, they turned to the hostel and saw their three friends coming.
    “Dude, really you’re going to leave the hostel?” Shilpan asked.
    “Yup, but no need to worry! Poor warden has done us a favour. Now we can have more fun. At both the places,” Dhruv said and winked.
    “You can fuck yourself anywhere Gajju. Just give me the