Rhea Kulkarni buys a blank leather diary from a pavement seller on Bangalore's Avenue Road for eighty rupees. The next morning, there is an entry in it, dated tomorrow, in her own handwriting: "Don't get on the 8:15 metro." She gets on anyway. By the end of the week the diary is predicting things that haven't happened yet — and it has started crossing out entries and rewriting them, as if someone else is fighting her for the pen. An original thriller where every choice splits the story, and readers write the other futures.