I was Aarav Menon. B.Com student. Long-distance runner. Future CA. Then my father was poisoned at his desk in Global Bharat Bank for uncovering a 400-crore hawala racket. Three murder attempts later, the CBI gave me two choices: Disappear forever... or become someone they would never look for. So I became Aaravi Menon, age 20, "transferred from Kochi". New Aadhaar. New voice. New ladies' PG in Dadar. Same college. Same bank internship. Same city. Just one small difference, I now wear kajal instead of fear. But killers don't forget faces. And some boys fall in love with the girl... without knowing the boy underneath the dupatta. A thriller where the biggest disguise isn't the makeup, it's surviving as the girl you never planned to be.