Each time Chetan Bhagat composes another book, he exacerbates beyond any doubt that it’s than past one. He has now begun writing in a way that account of novel can be sold as masala bollywood film. Purchased this book to try it out yet now I lament squandering my cash over it.
Saddest thing is that he has loads of fans who truly like his books. At long last he gets gigantic offers. It propels all other maturing authors to compose shitty affection stories and acquire cash. Much thanks to you CB for demolishing fate of Indian writing.