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The camouflage of smartness that the immaturity of age creates is unshakeable to any teenager! How could AK be any different? Many Facebook posts and Whatsapp forwards ago.. 18 year old AK is baffled. He is forced to leave Dubai and shift to Mumbai for 3 years... Dad's orders. His childhood buddy Sanjay eagerly introduces him to 'The Rascals' (the midnight version of "good boys") Ouch!! Spoken too soon! AK's intelligent guesses lead him through some hilarious misadventures. Finally, a few realizations later, he falls in love for the first time! Just as he turns Desi, in a city he never belonged, with friends and a love he never thought he would have.. he finds his beliefs and courage tested..
  • Book Name: The Rain That Touched the Sky by Manoj N Premal
  • Author Arif Books
  • Category English Books
  • Publish Date 2021 / 03 / 11
  • Barcode 9789387456389

Details: ENGLISH, Soft Cover, YEAR 2018

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The camouflage of smartness that the immaturity of age creates is unshakeable to any teenager! How could AK be any different? Many Facebook posts and Whatsapp forwards ago.. 18 year old AK is baffled. He is forced to leave Dubai and shift to Mumbai for 3 years... Dad's orders. His childhood buddy Sanjay eagerly introduces him to 'The Rascals' (the midnight version of "good boys") Ouch!! Spoken too soon! AK's intelligent guesses lead him through some hilarious misadventures. Finally, a few realizations later, he falls in love for the first time! Just as he turns Desi, in a city he never belonged, with friends and a love he never thought he would have.. he finds his beliefs and courage tested..
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