About the author
Vishal Anand is the author of a bestselling short story collection, Emotions Unplugged . His book has not just carved a niche in the readers hearts, but has also remained popular since its release.
After completing his schooling from Ranchi, he received his undergraduate degree in Computer Engineering from Bharati Vidyapeeth College of Engineering, Pune and his post-graduate degree in Business Economics from Department of Business Economics, Delhi University.
Vishal works with a talent consulting partner to several domestic and international companies. Currently, he lives in Bangalore.
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Praise for Vishals work
... real and inspired by people and their experiences.
The Pioneer
Numerous emotions make Emotions Unplugged a thought provoking journey.
The Asian Age
...bring rays of hope, sweetness, positivity and reasons to be together.
Dainik Jagran
All stories from Vishals books are full of emotions.
Dainik Bhaskar
Sip it up for an evening of emotions & nostalgia, coupled with a bite of humanity.
Indiareads.com
Very real to life.
Anand Neelakantan, bestselling
author of Asura and Ajaya Series
Vishals writing touches every heart.
Ajay K Pandey, author of bestselling
You are the Best Wife and Her Last Wish
37 + Grace Marks
...because life is beyond numbers!
Vishal Anand
Srishti
Publishers & Distributors
Srishti Publishers & Distributors
Registered Office : N-16, C.R.Park
New Delhi 110 019
Corporate Office : 212A, Peacock Lane
Shahpur Jat, New Delhi 110 049
First published by
Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2017
Copyright Vishal Anand, 2017
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the authors imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organisations is purely coincidental.
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers.
Printed and bound in India
To my mother, for teaching me
the first few lessons of love.
Acknowledgements
I t doesnt really matter how well an individual writes. A successful book is a combined effort, involving a host of people. In particular, I would like to thank:
Priyanka Lal for giving the manuscript structure, substance and sharing her storytelling methodologies. Without her repeated editing, I could not have presented my work as proudly as I do now.
Anurag Mishra, Himani Arya, Hiren Kava, Kota Sandeep and Varsha Vairale crazy friends who read the first draft of the manuscript and gave their honest comments even at two in the night.
My father Deep, mother Binita, brother Sumit and sister Shruti. Thank you for bearing with me and all my tantrums.
My cousin Devashish and his beautiful wife Rakhi, for letting me use their laptop to complete the last few pages of the manuscript when I had damaged mine.
My friends at BVUCOE Pushkar, Prakash, Suraj, Neeraj, Namrata, Mayank, Anuj, Atul, Malvika, Rishi, Varun, Sachin and all others for being part of my engineering journey and making it memorable.
Ajay K Pandey, a dear friend, for helping me with this novel to the best of his abilities.
Ashwani Singh and Mayank Barnwal, wonderful friends for making the arrangements for the photo shoot and author photograph at such a short notice.
Ravinder Kaur, for making such a beautiful teaser for promoting the book.
My heartfelt thanks and gratitude to the entire Srishti team, especially Arup Bose for believing in the story and my storytelling abilities. Stuti Sharma and Jayantakumar Bose for their hard work and help in making me reach the readers.
Lastly, you for holding this book. Thank you!
Prologue
I stood on the cliff. Tiny droplets of water glistened on the green grass that covered the hard black rocks. The city of Pune appeared minuscule. The sprawls looked like ants. The vehicles honked hard, but the distant noise was all I could hear. The sky above was darker than ever. The black clouds appeared as giants, resembling the black pages of my life ugly and dark. The ground below called out to me. I was sure if I jumped from here, I would have only one destiny. I would end up in hell .
I reached the ledges end. My legs shivered. I knew, one more step and I will be lost forever. But I had no choice. If I lived, I would have to be answerable to the world, to my friends, relatives. If I died, it would be an end to my pathetic life. I was better dead than alive. I was not brave. So if being a coward rid me of all my pains, I was prepared to be one.
The sky thundered. Soon, fat droplets hit my face. I closed my eyes. Streams of water trickled down my ears to reach the hard surface under my feet. A cold breeze chilled my face. I felt cold inside. I was not hurt, neither in pain. I just could not feel, could not think. The incidents that had brought me to this day flashed before my eyes. It was the last day of my engineeringand my life.
The memories erupted from every part of my brain. I was lost.
Lets Begin
I t is said, behind every successful man, there is a woman. I have coined something new. Behind every hero, there is a heroine who will knowingly or unknowingly create circumstances that will force a worthless, stupid or even a simple boy towards heropanti . Im not sure if you will think of me as a hero, but the story definitely has a heroine. So I better start with her entry.
It was the 18th of September. I sat on the second bench of the second row in my classroom, a huge room allocated to Computer Engineering students. I was with Praneet, the boy from Begusarai who found first spot as a friend in the engineering-days memoir.
The Physics lecture was only halfway through, with Prof Jhon busy imparting her knowledge of Physics. Thoughts of the remaining thirty minutes were making me restless. Why did authorities of this college assign an hour for one lecture?
A sound at the door relieved all the students, pulling me out of my musings. I cannot erase from my memory the voice and the girl to whom it belonged, for as long as I live.
May I come in, maam? the sweet voice asked.
The professor nodded.
I am a Computer Engineering student. I could not attend any lectures until now since I had met with an accident. I have the permission to attend lectures from today, the girl explained softly.
The room that was allocated to our course was almost full. Starting with Aarav and Vijay who sat in the first row to Shivam and Shubham on the last bench of the last row, there were just a few vacant seats, mostly uncomfortable ones. And with the din we created, our classroom could challenge a fish market.
Prof Jhon questioned, Is this the class allotted to you? You can see the strength...
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