Asking

Mumbai does not do things quietly. Weddings least of all.

Yalini Malhotra knows this better than anyone. In three weeks she will marry Arjun Khanna under a mandap strung with marigolds, in front of six hundred people, with their faces already on the cover of Vogue India. The city has opinions about this wedding. So do both mothers.

What the city does not know, what Yalini is only beginning to admit to herself, is that somewhere between the fabric sourcing trips and the seating chart and the monsoon rain on a Pedder Road pavement, something shifted. The architect who arrived to redesign her store was supposed to be a professional matter. The conversations that started about ceiling heights and sandstone samples were supposed to stay there.

They did not stay there.

Yalini has spent nine years making beautiful things in a city that rewards the certain and the composed. She has always been both. But the truest work she has ever done came from somewhere she has been keeping locked, and Shardul Iyer, with his unhurried attention and his habit of seeing exactly what she is not saying, has found the key.

Asking is a novel about what it costs to finally be honest with yourself, in a city that never stops watching.