For a woman who didn’t hear of the word sexy till she was 16 or 17, Delhi-born and schooled Abha Dawesar has come a long way. The 28-year-old’s first novel, The Three of Us (Penguin), begins in a strip club, goes on to a gay bar and moves with generous dollops of explicit sex scenes, blurring the distinctions between a Manhattan bedroom and a Manhattan office desk. No wonder when she first read from her book to a hall full of IIT graduates (80 young males), words forsook them for nearly five minutes. What induced a nice young woman with writerly ambitions to plunge into a theme even seasoned Indian writers fight shy of? "My protagonist was a young white male in Manhattan and I couldn’t be coy about his sex life," she points out.