“The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.” – John Powell
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows in a hotel room that was totally trashed—a lamp was in pieces on the floor, along with an empty bottle of champagne and half-eaten chocolate strawberries.
He was either robbed or he didn’t even want to know.
Ranveer moaned, reaching up to wrap his fingers around his head. It felt as if someone was hammering in his skull.
His stomach roiled. The heady scent of flowers filled his nostrils.
What the f**k had happened last night? He wondered.
He couldn’t remember anything. Well technically, that wasn’t true. He remembered his attending his mother’s dinner party. He hadn’t wanted to go, but she’d kept nagging him and in an effort to shut h
