The Holiday Affair: Arranged Marriage with the Enemy? (An Indian Romance)
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The Holiday Affair: Arranged Marriage with the Enemy? (An Indian Romance)
A sweet, humorous and romantic tale of love and passion.
Rana Bugati is a movie star in India, famous for his perfect villainous roles. Handsome and cocky, he is used to winning the most beautiful women with just a smile. But when one overzealous fan with a powerful father threatens his safety, his parents want him to settle down rather quickly. He is definitely not happy being pushed towards an arranged match, and he is more than outraged that it is with a woman who had kicked his ass several times during their childhood.
Sparks fly when the former enemies are brought together by their eager parents. But when one unexpected kiss leads to a sizzling encounter, Rana proposes a deal. For them explore their chemistry some more, until they could get their parents off their backs. But it doesn't take long for Rana to realize that pretending to be a couple isn't going to cut it. Now he just has to convince Srishti that they are perfect together.
EXCERPT:
Damn, the man in front of her was a giant and he was definitely hot as hell. He was lean, broad-shouldered and slim-hipped. He had jet back hair that fell carelessly over his forehead, a short untrimmed beard and mustache on a strong chin, and a jaw with high cheekbones. Despite the unkempt appearance, he looked positively mouthwatering.
While one part of brain was drowning in lust, the other more snobbish part sneered at his cut-off shorts and torn t-shirt, deliberately displaying his tanned, strong calf muscles and ripped forearms.
He looked like a bum. He probably was one. She knew she was stereotyping but she couldn't help it.
And he was watching her or rather scanning her equally closely.
Crap. Her stomach was feeling weird and fluttery as she stared at his lips. And her toes curled inside her shoes. Never before had she felt like she had been punched in the stomach with a feeling of instant lust and equal amounts of disdain.
Tearing her eyes away from his face and body, she ignored him.
She heard him chuckle.
She looked at him again, and he was staring at her in amusement. She narrowed her eyes at him. Die, she mentally told him.
He grinned. "Are you here on business?" he asked, scanning her face and clothes in a leisurely way.
"No."
"Visiting family for the holidays?"
"No."
"Visiting friends?"
She frowned with an impatient look. "Is my body language, not clear enough?" she asked him. When he didn't look embarrassed, she decided to take a direct approach. "I don't want to talk to you."
He drew the damn lollipop put of his mouth again, only to put it back inside and twirl it. She couldn't look away and felt hypnotized with the slow movements.
"I figured," he drawled. "But sometimes words and body language are quite different from what the eyes communicate to you."
She was embarrassed that he was right. But she continued to hold on to her death glare.
"So, anyway, are you here to visit friends?" he continued asking.
"Don't you know how to mind your business?" she snapped in exasperation.
"Nope," he said with a grin. "So why are you here?"
"I'm on a holiday," she said to get rid of him. Her words sounded bitter to her own ears, as though taking a holiday was some kind of a punishment instead of for enjoyment. Which was true. She'd rather be at work, than be forced on a vacation.
