The Last Letter
My Dear Adarsh,
I will tell you a story about a guy. This guy was in love with a very beautiful girl. This girl was no other than your Smita. When this guy, the guy whose story this is, went to propose her with a love letter written in blood, a cake baked by his own hand – she made fun of him infront of all her friends. She humiliated him to the extent that he left the college. This guy was very angry on her for doing this to him. He wanted revenge.
He found another guy who was desperate for a girlfriend, which is you of course, as a scapegoat. He talked to you as if he was Smita. He made you do all the things that he had done for her. When you had left the cake at Smita’s apartment, it was this guy who poisoned it.
If you have not guessed it till now, then this guy is me. I am sorry for getting you into all this.
Thanks for everything,
Sharad