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What if you had a secret hotline to the heart of the girl you love?
If you could read her deepest thoughts… Know her every emotion. Manipulate her every choice. And all you had to do was lie a little.
Well, not that little.
The kind of lie that, if she knew, would break her heart.
What would you do? Would you give up your secret? Would you hang up the hotline?
Or would you lie? Lie for love.
Siddharth doesn’t know what to do when his phone number gets mixed up with a desi suicide helpline number in London. Various callers demand that poor Sid give them a reason to live. Or else…
Until one fateful night, Mishka calls. And both discover a soul mate.
Sid becomes her nameless friend…her unknown guide and philosopher.
He teaches her to listen to the music in her soul and dance away her troubles to it’s beat.
He also tells a few silly lies. Lies about his exciting adventures; the mountains he has climbed and the sharks he has tamed. Just to convince her that
life can be truly grand. And definitely worth living.
Until the day they accidentally meet. And Sid falls in love.
Hell, already a little unhinged, breaks loose altogether.
How can he tell her the truth? That he is a simple bookseller with four friends, a small apartment, and a girlfriend whom no one likes, and he doesn’t love.
That he has never even climbed up the Tower of London, leave aside Mount Everest.
What follows is great fun and excitement, especially if you’re watching from the outside.
What will Mishka do when she discovers the truth?
Will Siddharth end up breaking the heart of the woman he loves?
This is a story about lies and laughter. Fun and friendship. Journey to self-discovery. But above all, it is the journey of love. True love.
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