Abhiman Rathore

*A Prank Call to the Devil Himself* She was twenty-two — a law student who lived her life between case books, deadlines, and discipline. Among her four friends, she was always the responsible one. The well-mannered one. The girl who knew when to stop laughing and when to say no. She had never tasted rebellion. Never sneaked out. Never chased thrill for the sake of it. Rules had always been easier than risks. Until that night. All five of them were gathered at her apartment, sprawled across cushions and half-empty snack plates, laughter echoing far past midnight. At some point, the conversation dissolved into truth and dare — a childish game, they said. Harmless, they said. She lost. The punishment was simple: A prank call. Any random number. Her protests were drowned by teasing