Description

Diya Rao arrives in Mumbai at twenty-four with a Wharton MBA, ₹40,000 in savings, and a one-room PG in Andheri East she shares with three women she will spend the next three years trying not to become. Within a month she has landed a junior associate role at Aurum Capital — the most ruthless private-equity firm in BKC — and a quiet, dangerous understanding with Aryan Mehta, the firm’s married, magnetic, forty-one-year-old managing director.

He notices her before anyone else does. He puts her on the deals no other associate gets. He calls at 11 p.m. about pitches and at midnight about nothing. His wife, Diya tells herself, is in Singapore. His wife, Diya tells herself, is not her problem.

What follows is a heady, hard-edged Bombay novel about the women who arrive in this city believing they can have it all — the corner office, the sea-facing flat, the man they should not be sleeping with — and slowly discover the precise, surgical cost of each. Through boardroom betrayals, late-night Uber rides across the Sea Link, fashion-week parties at the Taj, and one career-defining IPO that will require Diya to choose between her ambition and her conscience, *Glass Towers, Glass Hearts* lays bare the glittering brutality of new-money Mumbai.

For every woman who has ever wondered what she would become if she stopped being good.