Mumbai, the City of Dreams, yet, the City that Never Sleeps. One adamant soul however, lay deep in the clutches of Morpheus.
Aarav Mehta, student extraordinaire, the Golden Son. Not much
to look at, but a boy with an evidently bright future. He had secured admission
at a prestigious college in Delhi in his first attempt and had spared no time
in establishing himself to be one of the top minds in the institution. Back home
after 3 straight months of toil, he intended to spend every ten days of his break
curled up in bed, taking a well-deserved rest.
