Life is unpredictable and so full of surprises, and sometimes we find it easier to open up to a stranger rather than the people that we trust. Yashasvi is going through the worst phase of her life. After being betrayed by her boyfriend whom she trusted blindly, the world comes crashing down on her when she learns about her parents’ failing marriage. As the cold, hard reality takes a bite of her heart, she decides to embark on a solo trip, in an attempt to escape the ghosts of her past. She arrives in Goa, hoping to leave her troubles behind, but it makes no difference. On the second day, however, she comes across a man who appears to be different from all the men she had known. That sudden encounter with Klaus, a professional scuba diver from Germany gives her a ray of hope as she finally begins to enjoy the little moments in life. Soon she finds herself immeasurably attracted to this man, oblivious of the fact that a terrible fate awaits that would later change the c...
When I woke, the morning light was streaming in through a gap in the curtains. It was 9:45. I reached out instinctively, but the space beside me was empty, the bedsheet cold. “Jhanvi?” I called out softly, scanning the room. No answer. Her bag was gone. The scarf she’d been wearing the night before — gone. Even the faint scent of her perfume seemed to have disappeared into the air. A tightness grew in my chest as I checked the terrace, the bathroom, the corridors outside. She was nowhere. It felt as if the night before had been a dream — one of those vivid ones that leave you unsettled when you wake. A knock broke the silence. When I opened the door, a housekeeping guy stood there holding a tray. “Miss Jhanvi asked me to give you this breakfast,” he said with a polite nod. On the tray was a simple but comforting spread: hot aloo parathas with a square of butter melting slowly on top, a small bowl of curd, tangy mango pickle, and a steel kettle of masala chai. He walked in, set the tray...