Chapter 1: Oops, Not You
Tara had just survived the most humiliating week of her life. Her ex, Nirvaan, had dumped her over text after ghosting her for a month. So naturally, she did what any heartbroken, slightly dramatic girl would do.She typed a long, flaming, emoji-laced paragraph telling him exactly what she thought of his cowardice.
And hit send.
Except…
“Hey, um… I think you’ve got the wrong number.
But wow, that was one epic roast.”
Tara blinked at the reply.
The number looked very similar to Nirvaan’s. One digit off. Classic.
“Oops. Sorry. That wasn’t meant for you,” she typed back quickly, face burning.
“Don’t be. That was the most entertaining thing I’ve read all week.
Want to roast me next?”
Tara: I’m not in the mood to flirt with strangers, thanks.
Stranger: Not flirting. Just offering my services as a professional fake ex. If you need someone to vent to, I’ve got popcorn.
She smiled despite herself. Who was this guy?
Tara: Fine. What’s your name, Mr. Wrong Number?
Stranger: Aayaan. And you?
Tara hesitated. Should she?
What harm could it do?
Tara: Tara. But if you turn out to be a creep, I’ll unleash Part 2 of that roast.
Aayaan: Deal. But fair warning—I cry easily.
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A few days later, Aayaan texted again.
“Hey, just checking in. Any new exes to obliterate today?”
Tara chuckled. Maybe this was weird…
But it was the most fun she’d had in a while.
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