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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...
“Aarvi!” I tried to look inside the living room from my bed to see whether she was coming or not. “Aarvi, come here fast!” I yelled and looked back at the laptop screen. “Aarvi, are you coming here or—”
“What happened, Advika?” I looked up as I heard Aarvi's voice closer than I expected to be. Noticing my weird, clueless expression, she asked, “What happened?” again.
“Look at this,” I whispered and turned the laptop to her while wearing my shocked expression.
After reading the mail from Ishaan's supposedly invalid mail address, Aarvi looked at me, borrowing and wearing the same shocked expression.
“What is this?” She whispered while pointing her chin at my laptop.
Shaking my head like a kid refusing to inject injection, I placed my hands on my head and whispered, “I have no clue, bro!”
“Like, how did you receive a mail from an invalid account?” She had finally sat on the bed; near my laptop.
“I told you. I don't know how,” I raised my voice a little, trying to prove that I knew nothing. “I'm still wondering whether I must reply.”
“Oh! Do you have plans to reply to this?” She emphasised the word “this” as if “this” was something disgusting. “Advika, I thought you were smarter. If you receive mail from an invalid account—” She quoted the word invalid in the air and added, “— It could be a fraud, right? Why don't you think of that?”
“Okay, what if it was invalid?” I emphasised the word "was", shrugged my shoulders and asked.
“Then, this mail would have never existed.” She shrugged her shoulders as well.
“Now… Do you think we should approach Pratik?” I tilted my head to my left, referring to Pratik as Aarvi's cousin who works as a white hacker.
“I think so. But, for now, don't reply to this mail.”
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Pratik: It is an invalid mail.
Pratik: STOP FUCKING JOKING AROUND, AARVI!
Aarvi: Okay, I won't. :(
I was reading the screenshot Aarvi had sent me while checking the audit files for the firm's oldest client and thanked her in my mind for successfully distracting me from work to drama.
Aarvi: What say, dude?
Me: What must I say, dude? This is something weird that even Sundar Pichai wouldn't believe.
Aarvi: So, what are you planning to do?
Me: What if Aadya was on the other side?
Aarvi: Means?
Me: I mean, I have come across authors who create Instagram accounts for their characters. But, the author will be the one to handle it.
Me: What if Aadya was handling “Ishaan's mail account”?
Me: I think I shall try replying to his mail.
Aarvi: But then, how would Aadya manage an invalid mail account?
Me: I'm not sure, but... Why not check its existence? Anyhow, I have nothing in my mail account to be scammed. So, even if it was a fraud, maybe he would sympathise with me and leave it.
I stepped out of WhatsApp and opened G-Mail on my laptop, only to take a deep breath through my mouth and reply to him.
