• ISHAAN •

“What the fuck does that girl thinks of herself? Her emails have been spamming me like Hell for the past month. Such a nightmare!” I panted like a dog running on a marathon while cursing about Mail Spammer to Ved.

“Ishaan, why not track her mail ID?” Ved asked the question that felt like a fluorescent bulb glowing above my head.

“Good idea, Ved. Thank you!” I shouted the thank you and disconnected the call, finding myself texting Primo, my techie friend.

Me:
Hey, Prim! Could you please help me track down a mail ID?
[email protected]

***

I woke up at half past five, only to find a message from Primo.

Primo:
Hey, Ishaan! I have tried to track the mail ID, but it's an invalid one.
Do you have any new mail ID of that person?

That came as a huge plot twist to me. How did I receive mail from an invalid account? Did my hallucinations reach their breaking point?

Did Ved too have hallucinations? No way. He isn't a depressed one.

To check its existence, I chose to reply to the mail for the first time in 31 days.

From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]

Subject: Hello!

Hi, Advika. You don't have to freak out. I have finally replied to your email.

I'm Ishaan Ahuja here.

Hope this made your day.

I

***

IT'S HAPPENING, PEEPS! Ishaan had finally replied.

But, how will Advika react to this? Will she be normal after this?

Meanwhile, here ends the "update rain" from my side. I will try to utmost best to keep you all updated. I hope it was all so good so far.