‘I’ll make my sisters squirm like well-salted
earthworms. I won’t sell. Even my jutti won’t sell.
And if I die na, then even my gosht won’t sell!’
The late Binodini Thakur had been very clear that she would
never agree to sell her hissa in her Bauji’s big old house on
Hailey Road. And her daughter Bonu, is determined to
honour her mother’s wishes.
But what to do about her four pushy aunts who are
insisting she sell? One is bald and stingy, one is jobless
and manless, one needs the money to ‘save the nation’ and
one is stepmother to Bonu’s childhood crush — brilliant
young Bollywood director Samar Vir Singh, who promised
BJ upon his deathbed that he would get the house sold,
divvy the money equally and end all the bickering within
the family…
The first word baby Bonu ever spoke was ‘Balls’ and indeed,
she is ballsy, bullshit-intolerant, brave and beautiful.
But is she strong enough to weather emotional blackmail
by the spadefull? Not to mention shady builders, wily
politicians, spies, lies and the knee-buckling hotness of
Samar’s intense eyes?
Sharply observed and pulse-quickeningly
romantic, this is Anuja Chauhan writing at her
sparkling best!
earthworms. I won’t sell. Even my jutti won’t sell.
And if I die na, then even my gosht won’t sell!’
The late Binodini Thakur had been very clear that she would
never agree to sell her hissa in her Bauji’s big old house on
Hailey Road. And her daughter Bonu, is determined to
honour her mother’s wishes.
But what to do about her four pushy aunts who are
insisting she sell? One is bald and stingy, one is jobless
and manless, one needs the money to ‘save the nation’ and
one is stepmother to Bonu’s childhood crush — brilliant
young Bollywood director Samar Vir Singh, who promised
BJ upon his deathbed that he would get the house sold,
divvy the money equally and end all the bickering within
the family…
The first word baby Bonu ever spoke was ‘Balls’ and indeed,
she is ballsy, bullshit-intolerant, brave and beautiful.
But is she strong enough to weather emotional blackmail
by the spadefull? Not to mention shady builders, wily
politicians, spies, lies and the knee-buckling hotness of
Samar’s intense eyes?
Sharply observed and pulse-quickeningly
romantic, this is Anuja Chauhan writing at her
sparkling best!
