Part 1 (1/2)

You are the Pa.s.sword to My Life.

Sudeep Nagarkar.

Contents.

A Note on the Author.

Prologue.

A Slightly Insane Friends.h.i.+p.

More Than 'Just Friends'

Dhuaa It's Hard to Let Go.

Life is Not Always Fair Your Flaws Are Perfect Were We Never Meant to Be?.

Dreaming of You Yes, I Cared....

Unofficially Yours You Gave Me a Hangover.

A Different Kind of Pain Trust Me, I'm Freaking Serious!

Candy Crush My Heart!.

There Can Never Be Another You.

Dreams Are For Real.

Everything Happens For a Reason.

Epilogue.

A Note on the Author.

Sudeep Nagarkar is a popular contemporary Indian writer and has auth.o.r.ed four bestselling novels Few Things Left Unsaid (2011), That's the Way We Met (2012), It Started With a Friend Request.

(2013), and Sorry You're Not My Type (2014).

All his books continue to top the bestseller charts since their release. He is the recipient of the 2013 Youth Achievers' Award.

After completing his Engineering from Mumbai, he pursued management studies from Welingkar Inst.i.tute of Mangement and now also writes for television. He has given guest lectures in various renowned inst.i.tutes and organizations.

Also by Sudeep Nagarkar.

Sorry, You're Not My Type.

It Started With a Friend Request.

That's the Way We Met.

Few Things Left Unsaid.

To the eternal bond that Virat and Kavya share.

Zindagi ko badalne me waqt nahi lagta, Par kabhi kabhi waqt ko badalne me zindagi lag jati hai!!.

Prologue.

We all have that one person in our lives in whose absence our existence seems utterly meaningless.

For some people, that person is a friend-a family you choose instead of being forced into liking. No matter how much you argue with your friends over little things, ultimately you love them for exactly who they are. None of those petty, expensive gifts or sweet words mean anything if one can't appreciate the little things that matter.

Rohan was lucky enough to have the best of both: a friend to live for and a love to die for. A friend who would confidently lie to his parents just to go out with him and a girlfriend who was slowly and discreetly penetrating his heart and soul.

It was the evening of Rohan's relations.h.i.+p anniversary. Rohan had left for his girlfriend Riddhima's place and his friend Virat, too, was on his way. Rohan had made all the preparations for a perfect evening. As he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, he scrolled through Riddhima's pictures in his gallery for a while, then read the text message he had received, and started typing a reply: You will look ravis.h.i.+ng covered in my kisses. You always ask me whether you are better than my ex or not, so let me tell you the truth today-no one can be compared to you, my love. I love you so much and I wonder to myself why? You know what they say -when you know why you like someone, it's a crush and when you can't think of a reason or explanation, it's love.

He read the message once again before pressing the send b.u.t.ton. He then thought of deleting the text message from his phone. After all, it had only been a day since they started seeing each other. He feared what Riddhima would think about him. But the best conversations are those that never take place, like the messages that we never send.

Rohan reached Riddhima's house and knocked on the door. She let him inside, though something had changed this time; earlier he used to visit her to learn French while now he was here to teach her how to French kiss, if the stars favoured him. He called Virat to ask him where he was and how long he'd take to reach.

'I am on my way. Will reach in half an hour. Extremely sorry, buddy. I am still stuck in traffic,' Virat lied.

He was not struck in traffic but caught up in another meeting-one with his best friend. A girl can be your best friend, your worst enemy, or your worst nightmare. It all depends upon how you treat her.

Virat treated her like a princess but always asked her when would she start looking for a guy to fall in love with to which she would reply, 'I don't need someone so mature that I can't act immaturely around him. What I need is someone who adores my immaturity and maturely understands me.' They'd end up fighting over issues like these and would stop talking to each other for days.

She was supposed to travel back to her hometown that night, all by herself. He never liked the fact that she travelled alone. But she loved adventures and it was beyond Virat's control to win an argument with her.

Virat was about to reach Rohan's place when suddenly he took a U-turn in high speed. The other cars came to a halt the moment Virat took the sudden turn and sped away. While he was waiting for the signal to turn green, he received a message. He immediately called on the unknown number and before the person on the other end could explain the whole thing, he ended the call. Suddenly, he felt numb- like his whole world had come cras.h.i.+ng down. He couldn't believe his ears. It was, by far, the worst news of his life.

His hands s.h.i.+vered as he accelerated the car. After a few minutes, he got a call from Rohan again.

'Where are you? Stop following girls and come here right away.'