Single mom and bridal makeup artiste Shikha Verma is finally in a good place – both professionally and on the personal front. A chance encounter with a charming musician, who is much younger than her, has her throwing caution to the winds and breaking vows she’s made to herself. Walking away is the right thing to do. After all, she can't risk another heartbreak when she has only just recovered from one.
Yash Kulsreshtha has never been more attracted to a woman and the lady is definitely into him. Why then is Shikha hell bent on pushing him away? Surely, their age difference is not such a big deal! But before he can convince her she storms out of his life. Are Yash and Shikha destined to stay apart or will life hand them a chance at happily ever after?
This novella is a feel-good, emotional romance and the first book of the Soulmates Series.
As soon as she stepped out, she heard the strains of the guitar. He had pulled on a white shirt and jeans; his hair was tousled and his eyes closed as he sang about the hopelessness of unrequited love. She didn't have the heart to stop him but knew the longer she stayed the more difficult it would be to draw herself out of this strange push-pull attraction she felt for this stranger.
His gaze shifted to her. The mischievous glint was back in his eyes. He switched songs and mood mid-way and teased her with a line from a popular Bollywood number, "Kehdo na, kehdo na, you're my Sonia."
She glared at him and said sternly, "Your voice is suited more for those soulful numbers."
"You think so?"
She gave him a half smile and turned to leave, only to find her wrist being grabbed. "Uh-huh. Not so fast. You haven't given me your phone number yet."
"Why would I do that?"
"Didn't you say you don't believe in one-night stands?"
"That means you have to go out on a date with me. Otherwise what happened between us will forever be etched in stone as a one-night stand."
She wanted to slap his smug handsome face. "Will you stop being so juvenile!"
"Oh, just because you're a couple of years older than me?"
"A couple? I'm a good eight years older..."
"Ah! That must be why we were so hot together. Older women are way too sexy."
"Shut up!" There was a wobble in her voice and he instantly caught it.
"Am I embarrassing you?"
"No. You're just being a massive pain in the butt. Now, get out of my way."
"Think about it though...what's the big deal about age in man-woman relationships?"
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Yash...are you in there? We need to talk, please."
He rolled his eyes dramatically and mouthed silently. "Please tell her to go away."
So the dice had finally rolled in her favour.
Another knock, this time more urgent than the last. "Yash, please open the door. I really, really need to talk to you."
She cocked her eyebrow at him and he folded his hands pleadingly.
She gave him a wicked smile and called out, "I think you have the wrong room."
For a moment there was silence as if the woman was thinking what she should say next. As the moments ticked by Yash kept waving his hands as if that would make her leave.
After what seemed like an interminable delay, the woman responded, "Oh ok. Sorry to have bothered you."
Yash blew a relieved breath out.
As the click-clack of high heels receded down the corridor, Shikha smartly sidestepped him, twiddled her fingers at him and set off. "Cheerio."
"Hey....I object to being objectified," he called behind her.
She was already on her way out of the room but couldn't stop grinning at his remark.
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