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“This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it’s ours. It’s us. I don’t know how our story will end. but I know it will start.”
Arnav Singhania: handsome as sin, cold as ice. Nothing and no one gets to him. Ever. Yup, He’s That Guy. Young. Wealthy. Elite. Attractive. The powerful 27 years old CEO of Singhania Corp. who is beyond sexy. A dangerously handsome man in a tailored custom suit and shiny black oxford loafers. Lives in a penthouse. He harbors some major secrets.
Kiara Taylor: 25 years old, brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. She refuses to let anything - or anyone - derail her path to success. On the heels of starting her residency and trying to cope with her bitter past, she moves from London to Mumbai for a fresh start, burying her grief, ignoring her demons. Having witnessed a very tragic incident, she’s shut down all her emotions. She’s bottled up all of her feelings and thoughts. She’s grown up having only two people to rely upon, other than them no one cared about her or so she thought. But deep down, hidden, is a soul of a child who’s carefree and cheerful. A bombshell bookworm.
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“Is there any point asking what are we going to do?”
‘Not really.’
Okay. ‘Is there any point asking what you’re going to do to me?’
He grinned wickedly. ‘Not really.’
Lovely. ‘Does it involve the use of a safe word?’
‘That will depend entirely on you.’ Arnav moved impossibly closer, just inches away. His dimples appeared on his cheeks.
‘I’ll be gentle,’ He added. My breath got caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes.
I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘You’re evil.’
In response, He smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose.
‘And you’re mine,’ he said, then walked away.
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NOTE - It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it that the non-indians won’t understand. So, my dear non-indian readers, give it a try! It won’t disappoint you :)
