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Book Review : She Broke Up, I Didn't ( JustMyThoughts)

 She Broke Up, I Didn't 

       - by Durjoy Dutta (Author)


It is a story of Avantika-Deb in almost the end of their Management course. The couple tests off each others feelings and challenges each other so many times. The couple first gets together for the internship ( it wasnt as easy as it sounds ) and then they get to know that only one of them had got the pre-placement job. Avantika makes it. But with her, Kabir gets into the job too. Deb is super insecure for this and does deeds to make Avantika jealous of him. Deb and Avantika even compete with each other  for a presentation to be held in Mumbai, and that's where the twists and turns of the story Starts.

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The whole book is  about the ons and offs between Deb and Avantika during ending of their course and at the end, getting jobs . As the title of the book suggests, they break up. 2hat happened then, are they back or do they move on with different people !!?? Both of them are insecure for their love and wants the other one to realise who much one loves the other. They , kind of test each other .

The book has lies, happiness , betrayal,  longings, fustrations, jealousy amd what not.It was one of the initial books by Durjoy Dutta.The book is a short read and written in simple language. It is a good coffee table read and you can finished it in one day, if you have intent for so. If you belong to the college going age group  I hope you would find it connectable to you .

Reviews of books by the same Author-

If It's Not Forever

When Only Love Remains

Someone Like You

Reviews of books by other Indian Authors.-

 Something I Never Told You

A Hundred Little Flames

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