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Four friends . . . four lives . . . one decisionFour college students, who couldn't be more different from each other, move into a flat in Mumbai. Varun is sloppy yet lovable, Ahana is gutsy and reckless, Malvika is the group's selfie queen and Garima is the reserved one.Yet, all four get along like a house on fire. Although each of them is battling personal demons, their commitment to the friendship they build over time binds them. However, things take a turbulent turn when one of the four is caught in a mess. Will they stick together or fall apart?You're Trending in My Dreams is a true story that will rearm your faith in the magic of love and friendship.

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Publié par	Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Date de parution	22 août 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9788184007336
Langue	English

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SUDEEP NAGARKAR

You re Trending in My Dreams
RANDOM HOUSE INDIA
Contents
A Note on the Author
Prologue
1. Fourgasm-Four People, Four Lives
2. Friends Are Forever, Boys Are Whatever
3. Roomies
4. Happy Hours of Singlehood
5. Dear Life, You Suck!
6. Let s Get Lost . . .
7. Loves Me, Loves Me Not
8. Men Will Be Men
9. Unexpected Moments
10. When Nothing Goes Right
11. Last Slice of Pizza
12. Breaking the Rules
13. Karma Is a Sweet Bitch
14. Do Not Touch Me
15. For One Last Time
16. Thinking Back, Looking Forward . . .
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Follow Random House
Copyright
A Note on the Author
S udeep Nagarkar has authored five bestselling novels- Few Things Left Unsaid (2011), That s the Way We Met (2012), It Started with a Friend Request (2013), Sorry, You re Not My Type (2014) and You re the Password to My Life (2014).
He is the recipient of the 2013 Youth Achievers Award and has been featured on the Forbes India longlist of the most influential celebrities.
He also writes for television and 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 him via his:
Facebook fan page: facebook.com/sudeepnagarkar
Facebook profile: facebook.com/nagarkarsudeep
Twitter handle: sudeep_nagarkar
Email: contact@sudeepnagarkar.in
Also by the same author
You re the Password to My Life
Sorry, You re Not My Type
It Started with a Friend Request
That s the Way We Met
Few Things Left Unsaid
To those who tussle for the last slice of pizza with their friends!
Bade ajeeb hai ye zindagi ke raaste,
Anjaane mod par kuchh log dost ban jate hain . . .
Prologue
L ife is like a road full of twists and turns. All you have to do is learn how to drive in such a way that your close ones are protected. You might be as hard as a nail but there is always that one person in your life you are willing to give a second chance to. She was one of them.
Varun and the others had accepted the grave mistake she had committed without pulling her up.
Did you take your medicines? he asked in concern.
There was no response from her. She looked traumatized and fiddled with her mobile phone to distract herself from the agony of her recent experience.
I am asking you . Did you take your medicines?
No, she replied bluntly.
Will you put your goddamn phone down and explain what the matter is?
Fine. You want to hear my side of the story? I surrendered to the situation. I know I m partly at fault but I can t face the consequences. I feel like a trap was set for me and I ve fallen headlong into it. You don t trust me, do you?
She had tears in her eyes as she looked at him and put her mobile phone aside.
It isn t just me, the others trust you as well. But this is just not the right way to behave. I thought you were stronger than this, he said, trying to console her.
She was about to say something but the pain in her head had become unbearable. This was not an unfamiliar pain. Suddenly, the haunting memories of her past that she had kept hidden away came rushing back.
Varun stroked the back of her head to comfort her. Just as she was about to take a breather, her phone beeped. The screen displayed an unknown number, but the voice on the other end was not unknown. She started shivering. She couldn t manage to speak a word.
I will expose you. If you don t believe me then you can check your WhatsApp messages.
The phone got disconnected. With a heavy heart, she managed to look at the mobile screen.
1 WhatsApp message received.
It read, You have just 2 choices. Do as I say or face the consequences.
A few pictures and a video accompanied the message. What had happened a few days ago was a mere trailer compared to what she saw in this message. Varun tried asking what was happening but she was devoid of any emotion. She looked dazed. He snatched the phone from her and what he saw shattered the ground beneath his feet.
The demons she thought she had left behind had come back to haunt her. They left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She shivered and withdrew under her sheets. What was she running away from? And how soon will it be before her demons caught up with her?
Women are considered more fragile but nothing is as easily wounded as a man s ego. It was a man s bruised ego that had created such a mess in her life!
While she tried to get some sleep, her roommates speculated on what to do next. No one wanted her to give in to the caller s demands.
What do you do when you don t even know what you want for yourself, because you have always been doing things for others?
Fourgasm-Four People, Four Lives
V arun . . . Varun . . . where the hell have you been? Do you take me for a fool? Varun s dad asked in an aggressive tone.
I don t care. I don t give a shit about your nonsense. You are a drunkard and it s my misfortune that I have to call you Dad, Varun responded with equal aggression from his room where he had locked himself in. The father-son relationship had been strained ever since his mother passed away when Varun was still a child.
Varun was fair-complexioned, with light brown eyes and a slight stubble. He was extremely fond of branded watches and had a huge collection of them. He was very possessive about his watches, and would never allow anyone to even touch them. Girls in his college would go gaga over him but no one mustered the courage to speak about their feelings to him as everyone knew how strict his dad was.
His father was an ex-army officer and, post his mother s death, he was brought up in a strict military-style environment where there were rules for everything. His father had retired from the military a couple of years ago but still bossed people around. But Varun hated being trapped in the confines of his home. He loved to explore and take risks. There was a flip side to it though. Every time he did something reckless, he would get a beating from his dad. Things didn t end there. His father would shoot the choicest expletives at him and torture him mentally when he was drunk. All this was slowly making Varun retreat into a shell. He had changed from the jovial person he was to a person with limited interactions with the outside world.
Varun dreamed of running away from the cage his dad had built for him. He always felt from his father s attitude that he never really loved him and that realization made him miss his mother even more. He would pen down his innermost thoughts in a diary whenever he could. But he was no writer or anything. His desire was to one day become an entrepreneur and do as his heart desired rather than opting for a job and be enslaved by a handful. He believed in the adage It s not about the ideas, but making ideas often .
Come out, you son of a- his dad shouted yet again.
But before he could finish, Varun yelled from inside, Mind your tongue! And lay off me!
The reason for their heated discussion was that Varun wanted to shift to Mumbai to pursue BSc and had even applied for the course but his dad wanted him to join the army. Varun wanted to do as he pleased and was not going to let anything come in the way of his ambitions-least of all his father. He picked up the phone and called his friend Ahana in frustration.
That s it! I just can t take it any more. I want to run away from all this nonsense, Varun complained.
Why don t you come over and stay in my flat in Mumbai? A couple of other girls are sharing it with me and I am sure they won t mind if you join in. Of course, that s if you feel safe with three girls around you. She laughed.
That s awesome! I will carry my headphones along so that I don t have to listen to all your girl talk, Varun teased.
The conversation relieved his frustration to an extent and helped him make up his mind-to run away to Mumbai and join the BSc course he had applied for.
I m only worried that once your parents find out, they might inform my dad about me staying in your apartment, Varun said.
Don t worry. My dad won t bother. Your dad at least cares to throw you a slap or a few harsh words. My dad just throws some money into my account every month and thinks he is done, she added.
Let me think about it some more, Varun replied.
It s your choice at the end of the day. But I seriously feel you need to get out of the shithole that you call home. Please. Just do this for me, if not for yourself?
All right. You re such a good friend, Ahana. I m glad to have you in my life.
After the brief discussion over the phone, Varun ended the call. It was final now-he was going to shift to Mumbai without fearing the consequences. He was all set to checkmate his dad s violence and break free from the cage of restriction. He was going to move into the apartment rented by his friend Ahana!

One month earlier
Dad, I ve secured admission in NIFT, Mumbai, and college begins within a month. Finally I m going to live my dream of becoming a top fashion designer, Ahana exclaimed in excitement.
Ahana was full of life and passion. She enjoyed late night parties and lived the life of a princess even though she was still in school since her dad was a rich Delhi-based businessman. She was a real beauty-fair and flawless skin, sparkling eyes that expressed thousands of emotions and a smile that could bring the world to a standstill. She loved shopping and was extremely brand conscious-only wearing the best brands like Zara and Forever 21. The tattoo on the side of her neck added to her charm. It showed the world that she had a modern and independent outlook. She had grown strong, building a firm foundation with the bricks thrown at her.
She wanted to be one of the top fashion designers in the country and her dreams meant the world to her. Often we come across people who are constantly trying to make others around them happy. But when we look deeper at them, we find that such people are pretty lonely th