
Product Description
At the Grand Ashoka, Delhi's understated five-star hotel, every guest is exactly who they claim to be, until the lights dim and the real business begins. Arjun Mehta checks in as a hospitality consultant. He is, in fact, an officer in India's external intelligence service, sent to unravel a web of blackmail and foreign influence tangled somewhere inside the hotel's marble corridors. Nandita Krishnaswamy checks in as herself, more or less, though the men she seduces for a living know her only as Zara. She has spent six years telling herself she does not enjoy the work. She has run out of ways to believe it. When their paths cross over billions of dollars in disputed oil rights, a blackmailed ministry officer, and a hotel manager with secrets of his own, two of the world's most practiced liars find themselves doing something neither was trained for: telling the truth to each other. But the network Nandita works for does not release its assets. And the operation Arjun is running has no room for a woman who was supposed to be a target. Somewhere past Delhi's diplomatic enclaves, past the Peacock Bar's last call, a road leads to Pondicherry, if either of them lives long enough, and stays honest long enough, to take it. Read more


