Set against the restless pulse of Bengaluru—a city of ambition, opportunity, and silent loneliness—this novel follows Ansh, a young man standing at the fragile intersection of dreams and disillusionment. What begins as a familiar coming-of-age journey—college life, friendships, first jobs, and uncertain love—slowly transforms into something far darker, more intimate, and deeply unsettling.At its surface, the story appears ordinary: students navigating semesters and placements, friendships formed over tea and cigarettes, nights filled with laughter, music, and hope. But beneath that surface runs an undercurrent of anxiety, obsession, manipulation, and emotional fracture—things no one talks about until it is too late. Friendship, once the anchor of Ansh’s life, becomes both refuge and reminder. John, Srijan, and Aashray are not saviors—they are human, flawed, limited by their own lives. Their concern is real, but it cannot substitute for healing.The city watches without judgment.Traffic moves. Offices function. Life continues. Only Ansh feels frozen.
This novel does not ask for sympathy.It asks for attention. Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing is not what we believe in—but who we believe. And sometimes, the hardest battle is not with fate, society, or even love—— but with the version of ourselves that couldn’t let go.