Re: One Indian Summer
He paused, leaned in and she slammed her eyes shut, not wanting him to see how his proximity affected her, how she yearned to lean in to him and...
“Spending my last week here in Goa. With you. Miss...?”
“Khushi.”
As her head spun, she dragged in a lungful of air, two, desperate to clear her head, think logically. Impossible, as a tantalizing blend of sun and sea and appealing Aussie male filled her senses, tempting her to have that decadent adventure she so desperately craved.
“What do you reckon?”
This was wrong.
He was wrong.
Wrong for her in every way.
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दूसरों से ऐसा व्यवहार कतई मत करो, जैसा तुम स्वयं से किया जाना पसंद नहीं करोगे ! - प्रभु यीशु
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