‘I’ll make my sisters squirm like well-saltedearthworms. I won’t sell. Even my jutti won’t sell.And if I die na, then even my gosht won’t sell!’The late Binodini Thakur had been very clear that she wouldnever agree to sell her hissa in her Bauji’s big old house onHailey Road. And her daughter Bonu, is determined tohonour her mother’s wishes.But what to do about her four pushy aunts who areinsisting she sell? One is bald and stingy, one is joblessand manless, one needs the money to ‘save the nation’ andone is stepmother to Bonu’s childhood crush — brilliantyoung Bollywood director Samar Vir Singh, who promisedBJ upon his deathbed that he would get the house sold,divvy the money equally and end all the bickering withinthe family…The first word baby Bonu ever spoke was ‘Balls’ and indeed,she is ballsy, bullshit-intolerant, brave and beautiful.But is she strong enough to weather emotional blackmailby the spadefull? Not to mention shady builders, wilypoliticians, spies, lies and the knee-buckling hotness ofSamar’s intense eyes?Sharply observed and pulse-quickeninglyromantic, this is Anuja Chauhan writing at hersparkling best!