85 years have passed since the tempestuous romance between Duke and PIku made them leave their motherland.
India in 2025 is unrecognizable.
Everything is different with sweeping social changes that began with the country's independence. But what h...
Patty made his way through the large crowded room, passing through dusty piles of books and folders and plonked himself onto his seat.
The minty, earthy smell of books old and new, made him lightheaded. The unread handwritten manuscript on his table loomed large .
He gave an involuntary shudder.
His head was aching. His eyes were aching. He could smell alcohol in his breath.
He needed rest. Some TLC. Instead, here he was, at work!
"Should've switched to coffee when he suggested it." He thought to himself while trying to still the relentless pounding of his head by simply sitting still.
He felt like death but looked just fine . Long silky hair tied up with a leather string, in a blue kurta and jeans, he looked exactly like the maverick editor he was. He took minimal care of himself but still managed to look magnificent. All thanks to his great genes.
He groaned dramatically and lay his head on his desk.
A loud penetrating voice behind him nearly made him jump up.
'Why are you so late, haan?'
It was Donna, his best friend.
Patty looked up pitifully.
'Omigod! Why do you look like death?' She came closer and sniffed. 'Shit! You stink! Were you out drinking last night?' She scowled and started scolding him in a loud whisper.
