Dhruvin Deshmukh: Serial Email Spammer

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The next morning, Dhruvin arrived at college with an unusual lightness in his chest, his Aaji’s homemade laddoos carefully packed in his bag. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was this eager, but he had a feeling it had something to do with a certain stubborn girl who hated asking for help. He could already picture her reaction—probably rolling her eyes and pretending she wasn’t affected, but he knew she’d secretly appreciate it.

Anticipation built inside him as he stepped onto campus, his eyes unconsciously scanning for a familiar figure in a short kurta and jeans, dark brown hair swaying as she walked. But she wasn’t there.

He frowned, checking the time. She was usually early. Maybe she was running late?

As the minutes passed, disappointment settled in. His excitement dulled, replaced by a nagging feeling in his chest. Aashna wasn’t the type to miss college for no reason.

"Kisko dekh raha hai itni bechaini se?" (What are you looking for so restlessly?) Raj’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Kuch nahi," Dhruvin muttered, shaking his head. (Nothing.)

Before he could dwell on it further, Manan threw an arm around his shoulder. "Bhai, chal, lecture shuru hone wala hai. Agar teri talaash khatam ho gayi ho toh andar chalein?" (Bro, come on, the lecture is about to start. If your search mission is over, can we go in?)

With a sigh, Dhruvin followed his friends to class, but his mind remained elsewhere.

As soon as the lecture ended, Dhruvin was back on his feet, scanning the corridors for any sign of her. He even checked the canteen, the library, but Aashna was nowhere to be found.

This wasn’t right.

A thought struck him, and without wasting another second, he pulled out his phone and opened his email. If she wasn’t in college, she might check her emails.

He began typing.

Email 1 –

Subject: Report kar do missing student ka!

*"Aashna,

Aaj college ne kuch ajeeb sa feel kiya. Jaise koi bohot zyada akdu aur stubborn insaan missing ho. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?

Anyway, I was carrying something for you today. (No spoilers, but you would have liked it.) Looks like you’ll have to wait now.

Waiting for an explanation. (And don’t even try lying, I’ll know.)

Dhruvin."*

He hit send, leaned back, and waited.

And waited.

Fifteen minutes passed. No reply.

Another fifteen. Still nothing.

By the third time he refreshed his inbox, a strange restlessness crept in. He had assumed she was just busy, but this silence didn’t feel like her usual act of indifference.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard again.

Email 2 –

Subject: Okay, now I’m actually asking.

*"Aashna,

Jokes aside, you okay? I mean, I know you can handle yourself and all, but at least let a guy know if you’re alive.

(And no, I won’t believe you were abducted by aliens.)

Waiting.

Dhruvin."*

Still no response.

Now he was officially worried.

Frustrated, Dhruvin rubbed his face. He needed to find out what was going on.

Manan was nearby, talking to a group of juniors. Dhruvin walked straight to him.

"Bhai, Sia ka number chahiye." (Bro, I need Sia’s number.)

Manan raised an eyebrow. "Aisa kya hua ke tu Sia ke number pe gira hai?" (What happened that you’re suddenly asking for Sia’s number?)

"Manan, bas de de, zyada mat soch." (Manan, just give it to me, don’t overthink.)

Still smirking, Manan sent him the contact. Dhruvin immediately called her.

The phone rang twice before Sia picked up.

"Haan kaun?" (Yeah, who?)

"Sia, Dhruvin bol raha hoon." (Sia, it’s Dhruvin speaking.)

A pause. Then, "Tere paas mera number kaise? Manan ne diya number?" (How are you even calling me? Did Manan give you my number?)

"Tu CID banegi ya meri baat sunegi?" he shot back. (Are you going to be a detective or just answer my question?)

"Fine, bol." (Fine, speak.)

"Aashna kaha hai?" (Where is Aashna?)

Sia hesitated before replying, "Ghar pe hai. Fever se tap rahi hai bechari." (She’s at home, burning up with fever.)

Dhruvin’s grip on his phone tightened.

"Usne bataya bhi nahi," he muttered, more to himself than to Sia. (She didn’t even tell me.)

"Haan toh obviously nahi batayegi. Woh aisi hi hai. Sab kuch khud handle karne wali." Sia’s voice softened. (Obviously, she wouldn’t tell you. She’s like that. Always handling everything alone.)

Dhruvin sighed. "Theek hai, thanks bataane ke liye." (Alright, thanks for telling me.)

"Ek minute, tu kyun pooch raha hai?" Sia asked suspiciously. (Wait a minute, why are you asking?)

"Bas aise hi." (Just like that.)

"Acha sun, agar tu usko pareshaan kar raha hai agar, toh tere kaan ke neeche do padengi." Sia warned. (Listen, if you’re bothering her, I’ll slap you across the face.)

"Woh toh tab hoga jab tu mujhe pakad sakegi." (That’ll only happen if you can catch me.)

"Haan haan, dekh lenge." (Yeah, yeah, we’ll see.)

Back at home, Aashna curled up in bed, wrapped in her blanket, her head pounding. She had spent most of the day drifting between sleep and forcing herself to read, but the constant buzzing from her phone was testing her patience.

She finally groaned and reached for it.

Her notification bar was flooded. Emails.

From him.

Curiosity piqued, she opened them. The first one made her smirk. The second one made her shake her head in amusement. But as she scrolled down, her smirk faded.

The later ones weren’t just playful anymore. They were... worried.

She stared at the screen, warmth creeping up her chest.

"What an idiot," she muttered under her breath.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Should she reply?

Maybe.

But not just yet.

Let him panic a little more.

She pulled the blanket over herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

Dhruvin couldn’t sit still. He had stopped counting how many times he refreshed his inbox. His last email had been sent an hour ago. Still no reply.

Manan, who had been watching him fidget for the past ten minutes, finally sighed. "Bhai, tu pagal ho raha hai." (Bro, you’re going crazy.)

"Tu chup kar aur apne flirt karne par dhyan de," Dhruvin snapped, clicking the refresh button yet again. (You shut up and focus on your flirting.)

"Haan haan, main toh jaanta hoon. Tu full majnu mode mein chala gaya hai," Manan teased. (Yeah, yeah, I already know. You’ve gone full Majnu mode.)

Dhruvin ignored him. He opened his drafts, debating whether to send another email. Would that be too much?

Then again, she had completely ignored his messages. Maybe she was really sick. What if—

He shut his laptop before his thoughts spiraled any further.

"Mujhe kahin jaana hai," he muttered, standing up. (I have to go somewhere.)

"Kahaan?" (Where?)

"Bas jaana hai," Dhruvin said, already walking away. (Just somewhere.)

Manan shook his head. "Pagal." (Crazy.)

Aashna sat in bed, her phone in her hands, staring at the emails.

Each one of them.

She knew she should reply. She even wanted to. But something held her back. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t used to someone worrying about her like this. Maybe it was the way his messages had gone from casual to anxious so quickly.

Or maybe, just maybe, she liked the fact that he was panicking a little.

She bit her lip, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Then, on impulse, she typed:

“I’m alive. Stop spamming.”

She hit send before she could second-guess herself.

Dhruvin was halfway to his bike when his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out so fast he nearly dropped it.

One email. From her.

Subject: Re: Okay, now I’m actually asking.

"I’m alive. Stop spamming."

That’s it?

After all that?

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. "Akdu ladki." (Stubborn girl.)

But relief washed over him. She was fine.

Still, she wasn’t getting away that easily.

Without hesitation, he typed back.

"Good to know. Now tell me your address, I have something for you."

And this time, he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

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