Another book from the blogger Great bong which chronicles the jorney of Arjun - born in a wealthy family in Lahore who lost everything during the partition and migrated to India with his shell of a father, starts selling weapons to Naxals and the like while become a puppet master in the halls of Delhi.
A thoroughly underwhelming book which is as predictable as tomorrow’s sunrise. You can see the twist coming of a mile, filled with cliched characters and completely boring. I expected better from the author.
The book reads like a bad indian version of Sidney Sheldon’s Master of the Game with none of the depth, grandeur and legacy.