One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘It’s okay,’ Jon said. He passed me a box of tissues. If this were an Indian office, the boss would have asked five times what h ...

‘I could make some calls,’ Jon said. ‘See if they can accommodate.’ Jon was being modest; a partner of his stature calling the H ...

‘J 17 FK, please,’ I said to the cab driver. I sat in a yellow cab to the airport. It was almost 5 in the evening. Finally, the ...

Pain singed my heart; Kolkata reminded me of Debu. I had told myself to not think of him. That’s what sucks about love. It takes ...

River. Tourists around me gasped in disbelief as I tossed a working iPhone into the water. The next minute I felt stupid. Howeve ...

one. I also wanted someone like this lady to take care of me. Why can’t women get a wife? ...

I 18 wiped a tear from the corner of my right eye. A bit of kajal came away on my finger. I sat down on the leg raise machine. D ...

insecure.’ I realized my volume had increased. A body-builder-type white guy stared at us through his bicep curls. ‘Do you have ...

‘Ow!’ he howled. ‘You actually slapped me?’ I flexed my fingers; my hand hurt. ‘Now you tell me all that? You couldn’t say it ea ...

‘Yes,’ I said. Did I just show that I was considering Debu’s idea? Was it just about how to manage the family embarrassment now? ...

I looked at him. His smile was childlike. He was visibly thrilled to hold my hand. ‘Yes, I am happy, Brijesh,’ I said. To make o ...

ones who shoot innocent pigeons for fun? I waved him goodbye. ‘See you at mehndi,’ he said. ‘No boys allowed there, mister,’ I s ...

‘P 19 ut your phone aside, Radhika didi. How will he apply the mehndi?’ Sweety, my eighteen-year- old cousin, said. Four mehndiw ...

‘Baby, I am waiting,’ Debu had sent me on WhatsApp. ‘I know,’ I replied. ‘It’s not that difficult. Just tell them you have anoth ...

‘It’s urgent,’ Neel said. I couldn’t respond. I did not have any hand free. He called. I used my pinkie finger to disconnect the ...

I ran into the bathroom. I placed my hands under the running water at the washbasin tap. The mehndi stains were dark orange rath ...

I walked on the beach outside Marriott. I continued further north until I had left the hotel behind. I saw that Brijesh had mess ...

will have my parents, aunts, uncles and cousins come down. My parents will do the talking with yours. Don’t worry. You just hand ...

He nodded. He opened his arms wide, asking for a hug. I looked around. Nobody could see us. I hugged him. He wouldn’t release me ...

‘C 20 areful,’ I said. The Activa wobbled on the bumpy road as we came out of the Marriott driveway. ‘I haven’t ridden one of th ...