The lounge is deserted except for an undistinguished-looking man perched on the edge of the sofa by the window. A sickening feeling flutters in my stomach. His jeans, the polo shirt worn with the collar up, the dark glasses and the seriously dandy shoes, flashing the LV logo, all have Vasant Kunj, New Money, New Delhi written all over them. The rest of him belongs to Punjabi Bagh. He isn’t entirely unattractive, you can see him appealing to Emraan Hashmi’s fan base for example. He’s the same height as Hashmi too, I note.