You've Got Mail!

Prologue

"....and in the middle of my chaos, there was you"

Natasha Ahuja (Female Lead)

I am feeling dizziness sweep over me, everything is going black, I knew I shouldn't have come here, I knew I would not be able to control myself once I got here...and on top of that, my non - waterproof makeup isn't doing any good. I rarely put on any makeup, and ofcourse, today's the day I chose to do so! The music is echoing loudly in my ears while I sit and watch people enjoying themselves while I am living this fucked up life. My eyes are literally swollen due to all the crying and there is only one question reverberating inside my head -

"Why did he do this?"

I am very close to getting unconscious and at that time I choose to take out my phone and type something I know I am going to regret tomorrow.

Mystery-Man

I get up expecting another boring day as usual when I see a notification pop up on my phone. I am taken aback when I open it.

It's a mail.
A rather interesting mail.
From an unknown person.

It's not everyday you come across such weird people. So definitely curiousity takes over me as I type a reply for that weird mail from that weird person.

"Hey hey hey....calm down!! Could you tell me what happened?? I know I am a stranger and that this mail was definitely not for me...but still...maybe I could help. What's your name??"

....and then...suspense over! Back to the usual boring life! Back to meeting the one person I JUST can't tolerate!

Natasha

I don't know how long I have been waiting (and regretting) for the reply of the mail I wrote when I was almost unconscious! I had come to the point when I was just gonna leave it and get back to my life (as I was honestly not even expecting a reply) , when there's a notification on my phone! It's a mail!
But it was really NOT the mail I was expecting!
Shit! What the hell did I just do?! I was so drunk I didn't notice whom had I send the mail to! Thankyou life!
But as I read it, there is a part of me that wants to just narrate ALL the incidents, ALL the stories of my fucked-up life to this stranger...coz even though I can't hear it...I can feel a tone of sincerety in his/her voice...and THAT, my dear friends, is a feeling I am not used to being directed towards me. I am so desperate for someone I can call a 'friend' that I can't help but reply to that mail.

"Oh I am so sorry. That mail was REALLY not supposed to go to your inbox! And thankyou for your concern but I am fine. Since I don't know you enough, I think I am gonna keep my name private but you can call me Juliet . What's your name by the way?? If you don't mind me asking..."

....I don't know why I wrote what I wrote, but then again, I don't know anything that I do! Especially why did I give myself the name 'Juliet' ?! I mean come on, its not that I intend to keep the conversation going with that person, and if I do, why didn't I just tell him/her my real name?! 'Juliet'?? I guess those are the perks of being a Shakespearean!
Anyways...getting a reply to the mail I mistakey sent to a random stranger and then replying it back(and somewhere in my shitty mind waiting for his/her reply) isn't gonna help me live. I still have a fucking job to attend to as not everyone is as lucky as to be Mukesh Ambani's grandchild! Ugh! I drag myself out of my bed and freshen up to meet the one person I so very, truly HATE!

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So I am trying something new and it may be possible that you could not understand this part but PLEASE hang on till the end as I can guarantee its gonna be worth it!❤🤝🏻