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An- Wattpad kutta tha. Kutta hai. Kutta rahega. Isko alag nashe chadh Gaye h. It won't let me upload any image. And rest of the glitches are another pain.

Koi na, aap mere books padho<3

Thank you💋

Aashvi Arora.

"Stop right there," I informed the Uber as it halted in front of a café because my interviewee insisted on something casual.

Stepping out, I took a deep breath.

Fingers crossed this goes right.

I’ve suffered enough to get here. The flight? Literally the scariest of my life.

And ever since I stepped off that plane, I’ve just been praying not to run into that man.

How the hell did he even end up in the same city? Same day?

I was about to walk in when my phone buzzed.

I stepped back, expecting it to be my interviewee.

But the name on screen made me scowl.

Yuvaansh Oberoi.

My thumb hovered mid-air. Should I even pick it up?

Fine.

I stuck the phone to my ear.

"Because of me," his voice hit before my brows even furrowed.

"What?"

A sharp hiss followed from his side.

"I thought you were smart enough to question something by now. Never mind. I’ll hang up—"

"Wait." I kept my tone icy.

"It had something to do with you?"

"It what?" he chuckled, and my hands curled into fists.

My enduring power really expires when it comes to this damn surname.

"Your brother in the same city—"

"Same flight too!" he cut in like someone was stealing his credit.

My phone vibrated again—another call. This time, it was the interviewee.

"I’ve got something way more important than your shit. I’m cutting the cal–"

"Uh uh," he denied instantly.

"What I’m about to say is more important than any foolish, cheap Patil."

My eyes narrowed at his overconfidence.

And why the hell does he have to have the information about whom I'm interviewing here?

"And what’s that?"

"Googling Adhvik Oberoi or asking around won’t get you any evidence."

For a second, I actually paid attention. Because, annoying as it was, he wasn’t wrong.

"You’ve to create it yourself."

My brows lifted. "Myself?"

"Yeah. But... since I’m responsible for you, I can help." He sighed.

"Wow." I scoffed. "Responsible for me?"

"Or what, you think I’m plotting against my brother for fun? Well..." He paused again.

"It is. A lot of fun." He definitely whispered that last bit.

"Back to the point," I said. "How can I create the evidence?"