The enormous less point about this book is the story account that is quick paced and tense.
The novel has no story/no plot/no portrayal and thoroughly depends on the pace, it thinks little of the astuteness of the peruses as well as ceaselessly strikes it with its offbeat and idiotically unforeseen development.
Awful account to a plot with great potential executes the narrating - sorry, Mr Subramanian, in spite of the astonishing examination on bit coins and online criminal stages, the story was excessively immature. Possibly the motion picture would be better!
Aside from the extremist army of devotees of average Bollywood pot heater this would be an outright poop and trash.