One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

I just kept looking at him.
‘What?’
‘I am not here to talk about London.’
‘Give me a minute. I need to bring something from the other room.’
I nodded. He went into the bedroom. I looked out of the window. The sea was silent behind
the double-glazed glass. Neel’s mention of London brought back many memories of my move there.