Publisher's Synopsis
The moment Riya Malhotra stepped off the plane, the heat wrapped around her like an old, unwelcome memory. Mumbai was alive, as loud and chaotic as ever. The blaring honks, the rush of passengers shoving past each other, and the scent of spicy vada pav and burning incense hit her senses all at once.
"This is temporary," she reminded herself as she dragged her suitcase through the crowded airport. She had left behind the polished streets of London for this? The only reason she was even here was that fate had played a cruel joke on her career.
