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We all have that one person in our lives in whose absence our existence seems meaningless!Virat and Kavya are like chalk and cheese. While Virat is cautious and reserved, Kavya is outgoing and likes to lead a life full of reckless fun. In spite of their differences, they are thick friends and not even Mahek, the love of Virat's life, can come in the way of that. But, as happens in every relationship, their friendship is put to the test when an unforeseen incident hits them all of a sudden. Can Aditya, along with his cousin, come to their rescue yet again?You're the Password to My Life is a true story that shows you how friendship is the only 'ship' that does not sink.

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Publié par	Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Date de parution	01 décembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9788184006704
Langue	English

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SUDEEP NAGARKAR

You re the password to my Life
RANDOM HOUSE INDIA
Contents
A Note on the Author
Prologue
A Slightly Insane Friendship
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
Acknowledgements
Follow Random House
Copyright
A Note on the Author

S udeep Nagarkar is a popular contemporary Indian writer and has authored 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 Institute of Mangement and now also writes for television. He has given guest lectures in various renowned institutes and organizations. For more information about Sudeep, you can visit www.sudeepnagarkar.in or get in touch with Sudeep via his:
Facebook fan page: facebook.com/sudeepnagarkar.official.fanpage
Facebook profile: facebook.com/sudeep.nagarkar
Twitter handle: sudeep_nagarkar
Email: contact@sudeepnagarkar.in
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
W e 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 relationship 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 ravishing 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 button. 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 crashing down. He couldn t believe his ears. It was, by far, the worst news of his life.
His hands shivered 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.
Rohan, I m not coming. I am extremely sorry but I need to see someone urgently. Please don t take this the wrong way, Virat said with a heavy voice.
What happened? Rohan asked sensing the gravity of the situation.
Without uttering a word, Virat disconnected the call and parked his car. He got out and started walking when he realized that he d forgotten to lock the car, yet again.
How many times do I need to tell you to check whether the doors have been locked properly or not? You are so careless, Virat. This is unacceptable. He remembered her chiding him and a tear rolled down his eyes.
All the crazy moments that they had spent together came rushing back like a flashback in front of his eyes. He remembered their long drives and the way she tickled him sitting beside him in the car. An empty smile, unspoken words, and a broken heart; it was killing him. Their relationship did not flourish as intended. Perhaps, it would go somewhere better. All the good memories and the precious moments they had shared with each other had been scattered in a fraction of a second.
Sometimes we play with our lives, but when the time comes for us to get serious, life plays with us. Rohan was expecting Virat to celebrate his newfound happiness with him, but now even Rohan was worried for Virat. Riddhima was confused by the way Rohan was acting and wanted to know what had happened.
Whenever he faced a difficult time, she would be the first person to be by his side. Now he was missing that support of hers. Virat was missing the support of his best friend, Kavya.
A Slightly Insane Friendship
Mid July, 2009
K avya, what are you doing here at this hour? You act like my mom. She also had this habit of waking me up early in the morning for no reason whatsoever. It s so annoying! Virat muttered still half-asleep. Kavya was kicking his butt in an attempt to wake him up.
Virat and Kavya were both students at Biosis College, Pune.
I wanna make up right now, na na wish we never broke up right now, na na
The song was playing on repeat on the stereo and Virat slept without a care in the world. Kavya kept a duplicate key of his room with her precisely for situations like these.
If it were up to Virat, he would sleep all through the day.
You can never get up on your own, can you? You should throw away your alarm clock. It s of no use, Kavya complained shaking him up.
Kavya was a tomboy, completely extrovert in nature. She made friends easily unlike Virat and loved playing sports and riding a bike. Although slightly plump, she carried herself with grace and was always full of energy. She never wore anything that would make her look like a slut. She was a hardcore foodie at heart and loved to experiment with her taste buds. Her favourite hobby was teasing boys and she didn t spare Virat whenever she got a chance.
Kavya stayed in Kothrud, Pune. She was extremely bold and forthright, and did not care if people took her the wrong way.
How can you kick me in my own house? Virat looked annoyingly at Kavya with his eyes half open.
Oh please! This is not your house. This wouldn t even classify as a house . Look at that dirty underwear of yours hanging on the rope. It s so old it s covered in holes! And those socks of yours? They stink so bad that I need to carry a room freshener with me every time I come to your house, Kavya said with an expression of disgust on her face.
He barely made note of her complaints and went back to sleep, asking her not to disturb him for another 15 minutes.
Virat was a smart and witty boy, with an extremely good sense of humour. His only vice was that he was extremely lazy. Kavya would try her best to talk him out of sleeping so late, but he wouldn t listen. He always wore a stubble on his fair skinned face and the style helped him woo girls. Like Kavya, he would never bother himself with what people thought about him and was never ashamed to express what he felt. Though he would take his time to befriend people, he was never outrightly rude to anyone. He feared getting into a serious relationship as the early demise of his parents had scarred him forever. He knew how to charm everyone in his presence and could talk to anyone with ease. He stayed with his aunt in Mumbai during his school days and later, when he started going to Boisis College to study Commerce, he took up a flat on rent near his college.
He met Kavya in the same college and they hit it off instantly. She tolerated him and adored him while