The King's Ransom My name and fame was beginning to spread in that vast region between Bandra Kurla Complex and Nariman Point, as a veteran connoisseur of copulation. Hey, with the s**t hitting the fan on the economic front and real estate companies and NBFCs dying faster than fire flies, mine seemed to be the only flourishing business in town. I didn’t know for how long this satisfactory state of affairs would persist.
But my business model was changing. My pimp Rahul was subject to an FIR for aggravated pimping. Due to my word of mouth fame, I no longer need a middleman. Keeping a pimp is as glamorous as Justin Bieber’s pet monkey. So I changed Rahul’s job description- he kind of became my accountant- keeping track of my cash inflows and outflows. Even if his writing style was
