"The whole point of Spain, of the trip, of the fifteen days that had taken a family apart and put them back together in a different order-was not to become Spanish, but to become themselves." Azam Shroff-Agarwal is a Mumbai businessman who books a fifteen-day self-drive holiday through Spain-without telling his wife. It is either the most romantic gesture of their twenty-three-year marriage... or the most reckless. Knowing Azam, it is probably both. His wife, Miana, carries a second phone-and a secret she has kept for twenty-nine years. Their son, Karan, dreams of becoming a writer in a family where literature is dismissed as a hobby and engineering is the only acceptable future. Their daughter, Samaira, is sixteen. She has a voice that can silence a room-and a mother who monitors every morsel on her plate. Four people. Four secrets. One rental car. And a country that refuses to let them remain strangers to each other. From the golden chaos of Madrid to the silent valleys of Navarra, from a stranger's kitchen where a retired couple serves migas and hard truths, to a flamenco-lit evening in Andalucía where a teenage girl steps onto a stage and discovers who she truly is-The Spanish Table is a story of a family that must lose itself in a foreign land to finally find one another. Part road trip. Part emotional reckoning. Part love letter to Spain. This novel dares to ask the one question every ambitious family avoids: What happens when you stop performing success... and start practicing honesty? Because sometimes, the table you need is not the one you set at home. It is the one a stranger sets for you- in a country where nobody knows your name.