"Suddenly, she put her arms round my neck and said, ‘It is our last evening together. Make love to me. Something to remember you by for the rest of my days.’ She did not give me a chance to protest. She took me by my hand and led me to the bedroom. She took off everything save her jewellery.’ When Mohan goes to Princeton, the last person he expects to meet is a loud, opinionated Kashmiri woman—Yasmeen Wanchoo. She was, as the Punjabis say, goree chittee gole matole—fair and roly-poly. But her fierce demeanor hides a tender, sensuous heart. Effortlessly, he is brought into her life and heart. Feeding Mohan on rich Kashmiri food with her own fingers, will Yasmeen be able to satisfy the hunger in Mohan’s soul? Can India–Pakistan find a way to make love, not war? Two countries torn asunder find common ground across the sheets in Khushwant Singh’s exquisite, sexy story."