Malti Bakshi is thirty-four. Tall enough to turn heads without trying, beautiful in a way that feels effortless, and handsome in a way people don't quite know how to name. There's grace in her face, sharpness in her bones, and that quiet, masculine magnetism that makes even the straight girls swallow twice.

She lives in the penthouse at the top of a twenty-storey building in Mumbai - the same building she owns. All twenty apartments are hers, which are lucratively rented.