Chapter 1: Wishes and WhatsApp Truths
After waking up and realising my little brother is destined to become a villain…
I glanced at the cold, stern-faced boy next to me, rubbed my hands together, and started making wishes—
"Oye, Kabir, sun na," I said, tapping his forehead with two fingers as if I was bestowing magical powers, "Your Didi wants a massive bungalow, samjha?"
"And also a mountain of fancy sarees and handbags—Gucci, Sabyasachi, sab kuch!"
"Plus, I want to eat only five-star hotel food from now on."
Kabir just stared at me, completely shell-shocked: "..."
Suddenly, a flurry of WhatsApp forwards scrolled across my vision, full-on Hinglish with emoji:
[Bas, Didi toh full-on gold digger nikli! 😂]
[Arre, villain ka asli meme face dekh lo!]
[But seriously yaar, villain is going to be loaded...]
A wave of Delhi’s garmi pressed against the window, a crow let out a loud caw, and somewhere in the distance, an auto honked. I wondered—if all my wishes could come true, what would I really want? Maybe just some peace, and for this ziddi little brother to smile once in a while.