<span class=normal>Call it thrilling or spooky or a mere co-incidence, but when I asked Apoorva Lakhia to describe Amruta Patki in one word, he came out with - Hungry. Now, cut to the scene from JW Marriotts coffee shop where I was invited by this femme fatale. I enter the hotels coffee shop and see her dressed in a dark purple knee length designer. Patki looked nothing short of a pataka. And there she was, sitting tall and slurping her soup with some wheat bread to give her company. Hungry she was, I tell you! To add some more spice in her supper, I take out my surprise. She accepts it and says, This is a wine bottle. Thank you so much. What she didnt know was this, Its a rose wine for you sweetheart. I know how to look after my friends, I reply. She couldnt stop loving me for this. Why? Read on. Promises arent meant to be broken, right? Flashback time - A week ago, I didnt keep my promise and failed to offer some rose wine to the beautiful lady on her request on our first brief encounter. Back now, I think I made the right choice. Nearly fifteen minutes just watching her eat was delicious. She gets up. I let the lady take the first step out with gentlemanliness. Then you walk the dream till you reach the bar area for a more comfy rendezvous. Your mind starts fielding that she is a double-take tall with a perfect mess of black hair, ripped jeans, and a loose pink tank top draped over her nearly six-foot frame. And then you wish the only jewellery she wore was a ring you gifted her. As soon as you reach the bar area, within seconds, reality bites when you see her sitting on the couch. Ouch! One things certain, Amruta exudes supernatural supermodel poise, but theres one question that rattles her as soon as we begin our conversation - Will she crack it in the big bad world of Bollywood? Pat comes Patkis reply - Yes...with oodles of confidence. UKs Harrow Observer columnist and Bollywood Hungamas London correspondent introduces the cat on the prowl - Amruta Patki. </span>