Hi, I ’m Keshav, and my life is squinched. I detest my job and my gal left me. Ah, the beautiful Zara. Zara is from Kashmir. She's a Muslim. And did I tell you my family is a bit, well, traditional? Anyway, leave that. Zara and I broke up four times agone . She moved on in life. I did n’t. I drank every night to forget her. I called, contacted, and stalked her on social media. She just ignored me. Still, that night, on the dusk of her birthday, Zara contacted me. She called me over, like old times, to her hotel room 105. I should n’t have gone, but I did and my life changed ever. This isn't a love story. It's an unlove story.