"Find out whose daughter she is. Which Haveli she graces. I don't care if she belongs to God or the Devil-by the time the sun sets tomorrow, I want her name written on my palm." Vikram looks confused. "Sarkar, that's the direction of the Gully... the performers' quarters." Sarkar's jaw tightens, a dark smirk playing on his lips, totally unaware of the scandal he is about to ignite. "I didn't ask for her address, Vikram. I asked for her soul." What happens when the story unfolds between him and her????