A slick and contemporary reimagining of an enduring classic, My Name Is Not Devdas brings together the participants of a skewed love triangle. But... Devdas is not the tragic, misunderstood lover of yore; Paro is not the spurned woman who'd shut herself in; and Chandramukhi is not your next-door ho
My Name Is Not Devdas
โ Scribed by Aayush Gupta
- Book ID
- 112015352
- Publisher
- HarperCollins India
- Year
- 2022
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 172 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9789356292833
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
A slick and contemporary reimagining of an enduring classic, My Name Is Not Devdas brings together the participants of a skewed love triangle. But...
Devdas is not the tragic, misunderstood lover of yore; Paro is not the spurned woman who'd shut herself in; and Chandramukhi is not your next-door hooker with a heart of gold.
As each narrates their own version of events, a tale of half-truths emerges that swiftly boils to a crescendo with bruised egos, deadly obsessions and electrifying revelations. Turning a page is all the time you will get to catch your breath.
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