Hewn out like a sculptor would a Venus statue from an Italian piece of marble, words are hurled from the writer’s pen to portray life pictures of the lovebirds Neil and Anita in a picturesque background of Germany where they had gone for studies from undivided India. How the story unfolds—you peep into the macabre tales of hair-raising ordeals, which will drench you to the skin with cold sweat. How, at last, they meet is a surprise withheld from you. Read on to confront what’s in store in an undulating manner, a style of writing never seen before of Arnold Iwin Francis in his novel I Write, He Dictates—A Love Story.