Young, ambitious, would-be writer. But building a career in these challenging times was no easy matter. So she was grateful to be a lowly receptionist at a health clinic, serving the upperclass ladies of Bangsar. Good boss, great colleagues, interesting clients, what more could she ask for?
Ah yes, a boyfriend from the KL's elite society. Rich, intelligent, and good looking, Aran Shankar is all she could ask for. But there was one problem nestling in her mind. Literally.
She began hearing what the mother, Datin Shankar thinks of her. Mean, mean things. She began to falter; her whole life began to change.
Was it really the Datin's thoughts? Or was it just the voices in her head?