Hi, I’m Keshav, and my life is screwed.
I hate my job and my girlfriend left me.
Ah, the beautiful Zara. From Kashmir. A Muslim. And did I tell you my family is a bit, well traditional? Anyway, leave that.
Zara and I broke up three years ago. She moved on in life. I didn’t. I drank every night to forget her. I called, messaged, stalked. She just ignored me.
However, that night, on the eve of her birthday, Zara messaged me.
She called me over, like old times, to her hostel room 105.
I shouldn’t have gone, but I did … and my life changed forever.