Deadly Instincts

Deadly Instincts

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Dive into the fantasy-fuelled life of Tarini Bisht, a 20-something journalist cum writer who finds herself in Mumbai, to finally make her dreams come true. Scared out of her mind and alone in a big city like Mumbai, will she be able to survive even a day in the fast-moving world? Or will she run back to her father, where she belongs- in the suburbs of Panchgani? Counting on her childhood best friend Anahita Mallik, the heiress of a multi-million empire and her own no-shit attitude, she takes a leap of faith towards the City of Dreams. But will the friendship stand the test of time when the mysterious and super persistent Veer Oberoi, straight out of GQ India, walks into their lives? Get into the head of your resident gold-digger. UNEDITED Loosely based on the altbalaji webseries, 'Fittrat' and its characters.
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