The Wrong Number

The Wrong Number

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HIGHEST: #6 IN HUMOR "Your command over sarcasm appalls me." "As does your ability to comprehend it." With a practically non-existent social life, extra study sessions at the best coaching institute in the city, a mind numbingly boring job and a best friend whose sole purpose seems to be getting her a boyfriend, Alankrita Sundar was content with the hand she'd been dealt. But when she receives a text from Ruhan Das, a boy whose very presence made her skin crawl, she realises that the bland oatmeal that is her life was in dire need of some spicing up. What began as a message sent to the wrong person soon turns into a twisted game of Guess Who, as Alankrita realizes faking an identity opens a lot of previously bolted doors- including one that leads to the darkest secrets of one of the most well-known students in school. The series of messages exchanged between Alankrita and Ruhan explore several aspects of each other's life, and through their shared experiences they realise that they aren't as different as they'd previously imagined.
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