Sameer Khanna
I had no intention to marry till I met Tanisha Gupta. More than her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, her petite curves and sassy attitude, her accomplishments as the current CEO of Gupta Industries, and her commitment and dedication to expanding her company allured me. Though I admired her love and sense of responsibility towards her half-sister for whom my marriage alliance was proposed, Taani, was all I had in mind, she was the only one I wanted.
Tanisha Gupta
I was looking for potential grooms for my younger sister when I met Sameer Khanna. More than his smart, charming personality and his oh so sexy French beard, Sameer’s eagerness to bring out my true self, the woman I used to be when my father was alive, drew me towards him. Much as I tried to resist him, my heart finally crossed the line it shouldn't have.
But were the sparks of attraction, compatibility, and respect that we felt for each other enough to sustain the Love that happened by chance between us?
A slow burn arranged marriage Contemporary Romance.
Note: Though the book can be read as a standalone, you can also read my book "Mr and Mrs Kapoor" to know more about these lead characters.
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PROLOGUE
TaaniThe kiss is pure perfection. My lips meet his as he runs his hands down my arms to my waist, gently caressing every inch of my skin until they reach my hips. Just the feeling of his hands on my body, holding me tightly to him while our mouths join to taste each other, is enough to make me feel desired and wanted. I’ve met numerous men in my business circle; many even showed an interest in me, but this man here is the only one I’ve ever wanted since I laid my eyes on him.
A tiny gasp escapes my lips as he removes his hand from my hips, but I take a relieved breath when he cups my face instead. I had no idea a casual dinner date with him would escalate this desire between us to such an extent that we would end up kissing each other in the confined space of the washroom of the Lake Palace Hotel in Udaipur, where we are staying for the past three days. The sound of our kisses fills the empty space while I lean against the grey countertop basin, with the weight of his body crushing me. My hands slide from his shoulders to touch his well-groomed French beard. It’s a novel sensation for me, and I like it. It’s prickly and a little rough, but I like the ticklish and heady feeling of it rubbing against my face. The beard gave him an edgy look with a boyish charm, and I always wondered what it would feel like to touch it, to feel it against my skin. When my nails stroke his beard, he lets out a moan and pushes our lower bodies together fervently. It feels more like a dream, a naughty one at that, bringing all my fantasies to life because the kind of woman I am, I would never ever let any man invade my private space so easily. But he is special. Ever since I saw him, he became special. My back arches greedily as our bodies meet, and I’m a squirming mess against his supremely male body.
I can already see the stars as his tongue dances seductively with mine making me a quivering mess. Good Lord, this man is a good kisser. Although I’d tried to find as much information about him as possible before meeting him tonight, I would never have found out what a great kisser he is if we hadn’t indulged in our lips mating with each other tonight. My fingers tangle into his thick dark hair as he kisses me passionately, feasting on my lips and tongue, and the only thought at the back of my mind was that I don’t want this to end. I never knew I had missed out on such amorous feelings in my life until tonight. I never knew I wanted this deep connection, this feeling of oneness with the man of my dreams, not until this very moment.
Man of my dreams?
These words instantly echo in my head on loop. He is not the man of my dreams, nor is he allowed to pursue me. This bitter realization dawns on me, and I push him away from my body. What the hell have I done? How could I kiss him? I think my brain got short-circuited with my hormones swirling around it. We both were a frenzied mess with unfulfilled, insatiable and uncontrollable need hanging between us from the time we met, which neither of us could ignore any longer.
I feel like I have committed a sin by allowing him to get close to me. He reads the anger and mortification on my face.
“Taani, I…” he tries to speak, coming towards me again, but I stop him right there.
“Don’t even think of touching me again. This … this shouldn’t have happened, Sameer.” I cover my mouth with my palm feeling appalled. How am I ever going to face him or my sister again?
“I know,” he exhales in a rush, brushing his fingers through his messy hair. “This shouldn’t have happened like this, but-“
I don’t wait to hear his excuse and storm out of the washroom, banging the door loudly behind me.
How could I do this? Me and Sameer Khanna? Seriously? I was in Udaipur, away from my home in Delhi, for a business meeting. Then how did things heat up between Sameer and me to this extent that I lost all my control? His family had proposed his alliance for my younger sister, Vidhi. Though nothing is fixed, and Vidhi is yet to give her approval, how could Sameer and I cross this unspoken line between us?
He is forbidden. And after this act tonight, I’ll make sure he doesn't even think about marrying my sister either. A man whose control could slip so easily despite knowing his marriage talks are going on with some other woman cannot be trusted. Ever!!!
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