Bollywood Confidential
Chapter One
Six months earlier ...
Raveena was seriously getting tired of her agent.
He ushered her into his Wilshire Boulevard office and into a black art deco chair shaped like a swan, which was definitely designed without the input of any self-respecting chiropractor. Sure enough, the moment she sat down she
felt her back begin to spasm.
Griffin smiled. "I'm so sorry I haven't returned your calls.
In between snorkeling in the Caribbean and yachting in the
Mediterranean, I haven't had a moment to sit down."
Raveena had spent the holidays pouring half a bottle of
brandy into her eggnog.
She felt a wave of depression wash over her.
Raveena wasn't normally a depressed person. She always
tried to see the bright side of things. Sometimes it took a
day or even a decade to see the silver lining, but at least she
kept on trying.
Therapy helped.
Denial helped more.
Because it seemed the "LA" thing to do, Raveena had
made an appointment with a well-known psychiatrist in
Malibu. Unfortunately, the good d ... read full excerpt from: Bollywood Confidential ebook
