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New Adult by @Romance
Advika Bansal is that 20-year-old effortlessly juggling between her internship and college life while getting time to do things she likes (at the cost of sacrificing her sleep cycle). Reading books made it to the firs...
“What the fuck does that girl thinks of herself? Her emails have been spamming me like Hell for the past month. Such a nightmare!” I panted like a dog running on a marathon while cursing about Mail Spammer to Ved.
“Ishaan, why not track her mail ID?” Ved asked the question that felt like a fluorescent bulb glowing above my head.
“Good idea, Ved. Thank you!” I shouted the thank you and disconnected the call, finding myself texting Primo, my techie friend.
Me: Hey, Prim! Could you please help me track down a mail ID?
Me: advikab1389@gmail.com
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I woke up at half past five, only to find a message from Primo.
Primo: Hey, Ishaan! I have tried to track the mail ID, but it's an invalid one.
Primo: Do you have any new mail ID of that person?
That came as a huge plot twist to me. How did I receive mail from an invalid account? Did my hallucinations reach their breaking point?
Did Ved too have hallucinations? No way. He isn't a depressed one.
To check its existence, I chose to reply to the mail for the first time in 31 days.
