“Goodnight.”
God, he hated that word. Because in Arjun’s life, Goodnight meant lonely pillows, cold sheets, deafening silence and blue thoughts. Goodnight was an invitation for hopeless wishing and longing sighs aimed at the starless ceiling and the miserable fan.
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In which an assassin visits a particular ice cream truck after every kill to help soothe the bitter aftertaste in his heart.
Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected connections, taking them on a ride they don't recall buying tickets for?
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