دانلود رمان انگلیسی “فاکتور زویا”

‘Zoya, chal, it’s time to go.’ Monita’s husky voice had an edge to it. She sounded both totally wired and hugely relieved. I told her I’d be down in twenty minutes and jumped to my feet, smiling excitedly at my reflection in the mirrored wardrobe. The two of us had been chafing in the luxurious embrace of the Taj Mumbai for the last three days. We’d demolished tinfuls of salted cashews and trayfuls of fancy chocolate, sweated in the sauna, primped in the parlour, and watched television mindlessly. All with one eye on the massive bay windows, down which smooth sheets of snot-coloured water had been pouring for thirty-six hours straight. ‘It could be an award-winning ad for Coldarin or something,’ Mon had said, gloomily surveying the rain that morning, lying on her tummy with her chin propped up in her hands. ‘One of those intense, Cannes-Lion-winning type of ads, made on a million-dollar budget. God has a thunderous phlegmy cough and a rainy runny nose. The mortals, drowning in celestial snot, spray the skies with Coldarin mist. The satanic streptococci flee, the Almighty recovers and a huge double rainbow forms in the sky and morphs into the Coldarin logo. Slow fade out.’ I’d shot her a concerned look – it wouldn’t do for my creative director to have a nervous breakdown bang at the beginning of the biggest cola ad-shoot of the year – and quickly handed her the Room Service menu for some light eating. ‘It’ll stop today, Mon,’ I said soothingly, after she’d ordered two Prawns- Pepper-Salt platters and a Triple Hot-Choc-Fudge in a tearful voice. ‘We’ll shoot tonight. You’ll see.’