Plus One

Cover image of book called "Plus One" written by sumant singh

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Prologue

9th Sep 2019 Saturday, 5:00 pm I was on my way to the academy, I had decided to focus to my fullest to get my executive entrance test clear. ‘Nothing can stop me’, ‘Impossible says I’m Possible’, ‘A silent tiger is better than a bleat of sheep’, ‘BLAH…BLAH…BLAH…’ and so many quotes were coming to my mind that time and I had the resolute face, saying I’m unstoppable and won’t be distracted anymore and will achieve my goals. That’s when a notification popped up on my screen.

I was almost at the gate of the academy. I instantly took my phone out of my pocket and checked. It was a WhatsApp message. (Can you see the hypocrisy of this 19-year-old guy who just committed himself to being sincere towards his studies just a few seconds ago). There were two messages, One was from ‘Manasvi’. It was a porn gif (Manasvi always does have a collection of sort of this stuff; he always says when the data is low use GIF to release the flow).

The other message was from none other than “Anshika Sehgal”. I opened the message; there was an 8-second boomerang video. In which she was smiling and saying “SOS” in ‘Indian Sign Language’. At first, I thought she might be just fooling around. So, I just simply called her to not disturb me as I was very concerned with my studies at at that time. But she didn’t pick. It was very unusual of her to not pick up my phone. I got a bit worried and tried calling her many times but no reply came.

Randomly, a thought came into my mind: what if she’s actually in a dangerous situation? I looked at my watch; it was (5:25 p.m.) happening. I didn’t know what I should do… but then……..

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