Book Excerpt : The Bitter Pill Social Club by Rohan Dahiya

Are you excited or are you excited? Rohan Dahiya's latest book 'The Bitter Pill Social Club' is finally out on Amazon. If you are still wondering whether to buy the book, check out the excerpt below and I'm sure you will not wait long to get a copy in your hands. Thank you so much Bloomsbury for making me a part of this exciting journey.

"In her first month living in Bombay, Gayatri had decided on a few things as absolutions; truths that helped her make sense of the world she now lived in. The first was that people who wore kolhapuri chappals rarely had anything interesting to say. That people who listened to Nucleya were smarter than others. And that she hated sunsets. She hated sunsets more than anything else now, because her house on Pali Hill had a stunning view of sunsets and she hated the end of another day. Hated that she was the same person at the end of it as when the day began. Then she would sit and wonder if it was worse to be stupid or rationalize her emotions. 

Once they started filming, her life turned into a long panorama of call times, fittings, and cold readings, spending most of her free time stuck in traffic. She couldn’t drink because she had to lose weight. She couldn’t have sugar in her morning tea because she had to lose weight; soon she stopped adding milk too. She gave up non-vegetarian food except on Sunday afternoon and she doubled her workouts. She had to lose weight. It was with these thoughts in mind that Gayatri sat to write her speech on the thirteen hour flight back home.

Neil snorted at the state of her notebook nearly bursting with stapled odd bits of paper of scribbled notes and post-its. She always pulled her mind away from them, her private torturers. He collapsed into the seat beside her and immediately settled into his favourite douchey pose.

“Come on” he nudged her side.

She leaned in and smiled for the selfie.

“Why do you do that?” she pushed him to sit straighter.

He looked at the notebook, all signs of humour gone from his face.

“Why do you do that ?”

“I’m fine” she squared her shoulders. “I’m just going through them as a thing you know, like a chef reading the recipe or something. It’s supposed to be therapeutic.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“I’m serious. I mean I think it’s supposed to be, I don’t know.”

“I’m confiscating that as soon as we land. You have” he grimaced at the screen in front of him, “a million years to finish the speech, and then I’m hiding that piece of shit journal.”

Gayatri didn’t want to cry, it would’ve made things worse. He probably would’ve torn it up right then. So she smiled and nodded.

It wasn’t love, not the way she’d once defined it and not the kinds you’d find on a Pinterest quote. Somewhere between playing lovers, spooning, and taking care of each other through the filming
schedule, Neil and Gayatri had forged a bond of a different nature altogether. She had picked him off the floor when he was three sheets to the wind, driven him home when he was blinded from the bottle, she stopped him from choking on his own vomit. He made sure she didn’t die of starvation. He’d force her out for walks, buy groceries and cook for her. They simply helped each other survive."

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