One evening, his best friend, Vicky, came over beaming. "I’ve finally found her, Sam! The woman of my dreams. We talk every night." He played a recording of a voice memo. It was Sameer—as Riya—telling Vicky to eat his vegetables.

In the end, a stray microphone at the festival’s main stage caught his frantic "Riya" voice while he was arguing with a vendor in his normal voice. The feedback looped through the entire fairground.

As the town looked on, Sameer realized that while he had been "Pooja" or "Riya" to help people feel less lonely, the person he had ignored the most was himself. He stepped onto the stage, took the mic, and told the truth.

Sameer’s heart sank. But it got worse. His father, usually grumpy and reclusive, started wearing cologne and humming love songs. Sameer caught him hiding his phone under his pillow, whispering, "Yes, Riya ji, the moon is beautiful tonight."

When he landed a job at a local, shady "romance hotline," he didn't expect to become the star. Behind a flickering computer screen, he became . Riya was witty, empathetic, and had a voice like honey. Soon, "Riya" wasn't just a voice; she was the most sought-after confidante in the district.

Sameer was now essentially dating his best friend and his father, all while trying to maintain his own real-life engagement to Mahi.

Sameer lived in a cramped apartment in Mathura, surrounded by unpaid electricity bills and his father’s relentless optimism for a lottery win that would never come. Sameer had one gift: he could mimic any voice. To his friends, it was a party trick; to Sameer, it was a survival kit.

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