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Chetan Bhagat's Book History

1st Book: Five Point Someone (2004)

2nd Book: One Night at the Call Center (2005)

3rd Book: The 3 Mistakes of My Life (2008)

4th Book: 2 States (2009)

5th Book: Revolution 2020 (2011)

6th Book: What Young India Wants (2012)

7th Book: HALF GIRLFRIEND (2014)

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