Shaukat felt a crack in his chest. Twenty rupees. He had fifty thousand in a lockbox under the floorboards, all earned from being the middleman for a million small sins. But none of those sins had ever worn a face. None of them had ever had a name like Munni.
In 1993, Bollywood was in a state of flux. The era of the "Angry Young Man" was cooling, and the candy-floss romance of the Khans was heating up. Stuck right in the middle was dalaal 1993
The city never forgave him. He never forgave himself. Shaukat felt a crack in his chest