Cover Reveal Party of Renegade – An Unfamiliar Love Story and a Free Ebook

Hello Friends,

So, what’s up this weekend? If there are no dinner dates and movie plans this Friday evening, I request you to join me on Facebook for the cover reveal party of RENEGADE – AN UNFAMILIAR LOVE STORY.

I’m eagerly waiting to talk to you. This party is not just a cover reveal party, but we can discuss a lot of other things too.

I’ll be there on my Facebook Author Page for one complete hour, between 6 pm to 7 pm. You can ask me anything you want to from books to writing, to editing, publishing and even marketing.

If you are an aspiring writer and want to write, this is gonna be a golden chance for you to ask your questions from an author who has successfully written and self-published 4 books in a row.

You are free to ask anything, even if it’s not related to writing or books.

You know what, I had written a blog post “How To Compliment a Girl You Like” a couple of months ago. And that post has received the maximum number of visits till date. If you have any questions like this, you can ask, and I will be happy to answer it.

So don’t miss the chance. Let’s get to know each other. Hang on with me on Facebook on September 22, 2017, between 6 pm to 7 pm.

We will chat, and I’ll answer all your questions.

For now, you can keep yourself busy by reading His Christmas Miracle by Dani Collins that is FREE to download from Amazon (I think only for today so rush before the Free offer expires.)

Hope you have the Free Kindle App on your mobile to read this e-book.

If not, download the Free App here and enjoy reading this quirky Christmas romance two months before Christmas 🙂

That’s it for now, see you on Friday, September 22, 2017, at 6 pm, sharp. 🙂

Talk soon! I will wait for you 🙂

~MH

Free Classic Romance Books

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Today’s post is about readers and reading. And, at the end, there are some cool surprises for you. So, if you want to have a fun weekend, read this…

You know what John Green has said about books

Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.”

A bad day at work, hot talk with your partner, or a sudden shocking heartbreak, books can be your true savior.

Pick a good book and you won’t regret. Reading is a therapy that heals your brain and calms your heart and body.

I can say this because I have experienced this myself. I had been severely affected by premenstrual syndrome. Irritability, mood swings, lack of concentration took a toll on my family life.

This went on for a couple of years until one day. And that day, I decided to overkill it. I decided that whenever I feel depressed I will pick up a book and finish it. No matter what.

And believe me, it worked like a magic. My cranky behavior is the thing of the past. Now, I feel relaxed, happy, and rejuvenated throughout the month.

Earlier I used to buy or borrow books from the libraries, but now I can read it on my mobile and tablet.

You can do the same.

Free Classic Romance BooksI know nothing can beat the feel of a paperback but if you look at the utility factor, e-books are far easier to buy, read, and carry along. You can carry thousands of e-books in your mobile and travel around the world. Something you can’t do with the paperbacks.

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And there’s no high-end technology involved in here. All you got to do is to download the FREE Kindle reading app either on your smartphone, desktop, laptop, or iPad, or tablet and begin reading.

The Kindle Reading App is a freely available app, and you can download it with one simple click, just like you download the Facebook app or Whatsapp or Instagram app on your mobile.

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If you face any problem with downloading the App or the Books, please let me know by writing in the comment section below. I will help you out 🙂

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~MH

Romantic Short Story: Her Sister’s Ex

Happy Monday! Folks.

It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another weekly shot of love short. This week’s romantic short story is about how love happens in the most unexpected circumstances. Enjoy!

Title: My Sister’s Ex

“Ok, so just because he’s your sister’s ex-fiancé, you will bury your feeling inside your heart.”

“Yeah, of course. I can’t afford to destroy my relationship with Tiara.”

“But, she has dumped him or vice versa. They are no longer together. So, it’s not unfair if you are searching your prospects with the same guy.”

“But, Tiara would never accept my relationship with Dev. She still thinks he’ll come back to her, apologize to her.”

“Apologize. For what?”

“She thinks she hasn’t done any wrong, and it was Dev whose idiosyncrasies led to the breakup. I think she still loves Dev.”

“This isn’t loving Jule. Love isn’t about taking your partner for granted. And, I think you know this better.”

Naomi’s words stirred Jules’ emotions for Dev. She knew what love was. And after that sizzling unforgettable night at Dev’s yacht, she knew she would never fall for any other guy like she had fallen for Dev.

While on the other hand, Dev thought that a twelve year age difference between him and his ex’s sister was something that couldn’t be ignored. He would never ask Jule to sacrifice her youth for a thirty-seven-year-old sailor who himself didn’t know where the tides would take him.

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“Hey Julie, what a pleasant surprise?” Tiara hugged her younger sister before pulling her inside the house.

“Looks, like you’re going somewhere?” Jule surprisingly asked her sister.

“Yeah, Gage is coming to pick me up for a dinner date?”

“What?”

“Yeah, my cute lil sis, the filthy rich Gage Mansor of Reva Chain of Hotels was here last night. And we really had a cool time together, you know.” Tiara unrolled one tendril of her brown curls, her eyes shining mischievously.

Jules’ brow furrowed. “I can’t believe you. You just had a breakup.”

“Life’s all about moving on, darling, and the faster you do this the better your chances of winning the game.”

“And, what if Dev comes back.”

“I wish if he were.”

“I don’t get you, Tia.”

“I must say Dev was hot. He knows what a woman wants in bed. If he comes back I can’t miss the opportunity of spending a night or two with him.”

“You’re evil, Ti. You are gonna cheat both Dev and Gage.”

“Why not? Why should boys have all the fun?”

The honk of Gage’s Merc was loud enough to put a brake on the endless confrontation between Jule and Tiara.

“Gotta go now, sis. I think we need to talk about it later.”

#

Dev…Dev…

Jule couldn’t see Dev’s boat at the anchorage. She felt paralyzed realizing that Dev had already sailed away, but breathed back to life when his husky voice entered her ears.

“Hey, how are you.”

Romantic Short Story: My Sister's Ex, www.mariyamhasnain.comShe spun around. “Hey, I’m good. How are you?”

He shrugged his shoulders as his eyes crinkled under the blazing afternoon sun. “I’m okay. Not as good as I was that night.”

A blush rose to her cheeks thinking about the passion of that silent night. The night when they dissolved into each other in the middle of the ocean, on Dev’s yacht.

“Where’s your boat?”

“Shawn has taken it for a day. Got to propose his long-time girlfriend. And they want to do it on the waves, like us.”

Her gaze dipped to the shimmering sand bed. She scrunched her toes inhaling the woodsy fragrance of his cologne. He neared her and caged her tiny waist in his strong arms.

“I gotta tell you something about Tiara.” She looked in his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to suffer again. She’ll break your heart if you go back to her. She is planning to double cross you and her new boyfriend both.”

He cleared the stray strands of hair from her face pushing them back behind her ears.

“Are you ready to date a man who’s twelve years older than you, who goes where the waves take him?”

“You talk about dating when I’ve already fallen for a wayward sailor who’s a decade older than me.”

“Have you?” He lifted her chin up on his fingers.

“Yes, I have.”

~End~

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Talk Soon!

~MH

Book Review: The Boy Who Loved by Durjoy Datta

The boy who loved by Dujoy Datta was published recently…and is currently in the Top selling category on amazon in contemporary romance. Further ahead I am going to critically review this book.

I don’t have to tell you why people read books… But many of us read books to dive deep into the thought process, experience the tell-tale, and above all for being entertained. Some do it just for the “author reader tizzy” where in reader guesses what’s coming and likes the unexpected whereas the author loves being unpredictable and beating the reader’s thought process.

I am sure you will avoid a book that will leave you disheartened, dejected, despaired, gloomy, and sad. But then some of the most popular fiction works carry unexpected dash of everything that’s life… a story with issues, problems and times and then how they deal with it in gloom, pain, despair or even having a great time.

So If you are open minded about reading little darker side of life and also being entertained, look no further as Durjoy Datta’s latest book—The Boy Who Loved.

Now I am not reviewing this book to tell you that everything is great with this book, in-fact I am going to do a “critical autopsy” that will let you pick this book with confidence and read it without being lured into setting an unreasonable expectation.

However,you should also understand that reading further from here will let you know more about this book than you might want.

Plot and Storyline: The Boy Who Loved is a story of an insecure teenager, Raghu Ganguly, who is hung in the dilemma of committing suicide. Raghu looks out for the taller and the tallest building in and around his house for his vested interest.

He thinks he has killed his best friend Sami by drowning him into the swimming pool. This guilt never leaves Raghu, and he wants to end his life.

However, in the middle of the book, a sudden stroke of luck gives Raghu all reasons to rethink about ending his life. And that happens when he feels inclined towards fellow classmate Brahmi Sharma.

Brahmi has her own bleak past…Like her sudden disappearances, the cut marks on her wrist, and her suspicious behavior attract Raghu towards her, and the two fall in love with each other.

Later, Raghu finds out that just like him Brahmi too is possessed by suicidal tendencies.

There are several ups and down in the book and in Raghu’s life for that matter. He carries dislike for his parents, his friends, his brother. He also hates his neighbors. In fact, he hates everyone in the world except Brahmi and his brother’s wife whom he calls Boudi.

The plot is weak, and the story is fractured. No groundwork is laid before introducing an event or a scene. The reader is left wondering what is going on and where did that come from. One such instance is the sudden portrayal of the death of one of the supporting characters towards the end of the book.

Characters: The book has quite a bunch of intriguing and really crazy characters including the lead pair Raghu and Brahmi. The characters are painted to be more on the unbelievable side. Characters seem to be unlikable, clumsy, and quite irritating at times.

Raghu and Brahmi both are highly unlikable and unrealistic as well. You can’t work out how he looks like. There is no physical description of the character named Raghu or the character named Brahmi, the lead pair, let alone the other supporting characters.

It’s hard to connect to any of the characters of the book. Reason—all the characters including the main ones fall flat throughout the read. It appears the author gets so much involved in giving readers a bumpy ride that he loses out on developing his characters, making them vivid so that readers can visualize them, feel a connection with them, or relate to them. I don’t know anything about Raghu except that he is a gawky teenager with suicidal tendencies, a bookworm, and is preparing for the IITs. (Tell me if I was wrong after you read the book)

As far as the character of Brahmi is concerned, I can work out that she is a mysterious girl who despite being the monitor of her class remains alone and aloof. She bunks classes and goes to have milkshakes and burgers during school hours. And, yeah, she also suffers from maniac behaviors and suicidal tendencies. All other characters of Maa, Baba, Dada, Boudi, Raghu’s friends just seem like fillers except Didima. I, in fact, enjoyed reading about her. I find her character believable and realistic. Her mental condition is described nicely, and I appreciate the author for creating such a lively and vibrant character of a sick fussy old lady like Didima.

Scenes and Narrative Summary (Show versus Tell) and Pacing:

  • The book is a complete tell-tale as Raghu is writing a diary. There are very few occurrences where you can actually feel any action or things happening. This slows down the pace of the book. There are high chances that you might feel bored by the drag the book offers. Perhaps, you will skim through the pages to reach the end. Perhaps, you put the book in the DNF (Do Not Finish) category.
  • The author appears struggling with creating actionable scenes and sequences to make the book lively. It is a dull boring read that is largely depended on its illogically written prose or narration. Misused words, misspelled words, missing punctuation, wrong word choices are found in abundance.
  • There are certain extra-long sentences that are hard to read and decipher contributing to the readability issues.
  • There are some missing punctuation errors. Example: Unlike me he doesn’t have to pretend to be happy. A comma is needed after unlike me. There are many more occurrences like this throughout the book.
  • There are quite a lot of passive sentences throughout the book that make the writing even weaker and harder to read.
  • There are some strange word choices and quite a lot occurrence of flowery or purple prose. It appears as if the author has opened the thesaurus and replaced the easy words with its difficult counterparts. Even the mundane things are described with great difficulty.
  • If you’re an avid reader, the one thing that is going to bother you throughout the read is verb inconsistencies. The author suddenly jumps from the past to present and vice versa within the same paragraph and often within the same sentence without letting you catch your breaths. This can make it harder for you to realize if the things are happening at present or they had already happened in the past.

Ex1: One-such example is “It makes her happy. Maa’s obsession and deep love for me is now old news. Maa had no choice in the matter.” (No paragraph change. The first two sentences are present tense the third sentence is in past tense)

Ex2:  What if she woke up looking for me and finds me gone? (Within the same sentence one past and one present tense.)

Ex3: My heart fluttered and it shows in the picture that was clicked.

  • There are quite a lot of meaningless sentences, and the reader will have a hard time to decipher what the author or in fact Raghu is trying to communicate.

Ex1: As I am often wont to do, during the first week I lied to myself that I hadn’t been looking for her face in others.

What does the highlighted sentence mean? May be it’s an editing error, I wonder…

Some more “construction issues”.

Ex2: “If we were serious about it we would have done it by now, not matter what the means.”

“The teachers would think Sahil was in on it as well. Let it go,” said Brahmi.

And when it did, Brahmi and Sahil passed the piece of paper between each other, disbelief writ large on their face. (I think it should be—disbelief written large on their faces. Isn’t it?)

“Why are you here? I thought I had made it plenty clear that we shouldn’t have to do anything with each other.” (What is plenty clear—again an editing error?)

“I think I was plenty clear that we shouldn’t be in touch anymore.” (Is it pretty clear?)

All our meetings post her joining work clicked into place and I realized she had never not worn full-sleeved shirts. (never not together?)

Baba wasn’t just words. He had papers drawn up that said Boudi and Boudi alone, if and when she changes her religion, would be the sole heir to all that the Ganguly’s owned.

  • There are certain unhygienic descriptions in the book. Perhaps, the author has tried hard to trigger some kind of emotional response in the reader. But a reader like me simply gets withdrawn and feels extremely yucky and disgusted reading the bitch delivering a puppy on a girl’s skirt and then the girl goes to attend her class in the same uniform.

Dialogues: Dialogues are wooden and stilted across the board, no matter between whom the conversations are taking place.

If you’re an avid fiction reader, you must know how irritating it is to see numerals written in the dialogues. Yeah, you can read numerals in the narrative but not in the dialogues.

Ex1: “Where were you, Dada? Don’t tell me you were at the office like you told Maa. I called and they said you had left at 9. So where were you” I asked.

Ex2: “Zubeida? Where? How? Till 3.”

Ex3: “I’m working at a call centre in Gurgaon. It’s a shit place to live in but the job is good, pays me Rs 8000.”

I would prefer something like this—“It’s a shit place to live in, but the job is good, pays me eight thousand bucks.”

There are many more occurrences like this.

Scene Transitions: The other problem that can keep you drawing away from the book is that there are no # or * signs to separate the time frames or the scenes or events. Everything goes in continuation. The author jumps from one day to another and from one week to another without giving the reader any hint about the upcoming.

Scene transitions would have been improved and also consecutive paragraphs are not succinct.

Modal Verb Abuses: The two modal verbs that are abused throughout the book are “Used To” and “Would Have.”

There is one whole chapter dedicated to “Would Have” where each and every sentence of a chapter has one or two or even three would have’s.

Ex: In the first few microseconds, Dada would have taken it lightly, thought the flame would be little and brief, but in the very next moment, he would have thought otherwise, his body floating, golden flames licking every part him. He would have felt the searing heat, he would have felt the skin melt off him, his organs would have singed.

Overall Impression: The Boy Who Loved by Durjoy Dutta is one strange romance novel…But yet entertaining and original.

To me, the book often reads like a Young Adult Psychological Suspense novel. Sometimes, it reads like a General Knowledge book detailing the affairs and events that took over the country during the 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s.

Sometimes it sounds like a philosophical book preaching about life and death, pain and pleasure, good and bad and so more. But not a single time, not even once and not even for a fraction of a second it feels like a romance novel to me.

The author keeps on enriching the reader with his immense general knowledge of 1947 partition to 1970s emergency to the Sikh riots to Gandhi’s death leaving the reader wandering if they have bought a contemporary romance book or a historical encyclopedia or a history textbook.

Also, at many places, it takes you to a zone where you think that perhaps something romantic is going to happen between Raghu and Brahmi but then disappoints you as the couple just roams the streets, drinks tea, smokes cigarettes, walks in the parks, hand in hand, but never gets physical. Raghu even sees Brahmi’s naked back and applies bandages on it, but never tries to kiss her to make her feel better…(I would have loved to take a romantic tailspin right there 🙂 )

To kiss or not and when is not something I can impose but then kiss is not always sexual. It can be a gesture of emotional support, bonding, sympathy…And I feel the book kind of  lacks these emotions.

The story is written in a way making it difficult to follow the story line. It jumps around, dropping in unrelated utterances. Scenes are left incomplete before moving on to something totally unrelated.

Overall, the story is quite depressing, and the ending can tip you off the edge. If you hate cliffhangers, the abrupt ending perhaps even leave you in a lurch.

All in all the love story is bit strangely placed…But I like the mix!

This was my take on The Boy Who Loved. Hope you liked my style of review and if you did do leave likes and comments to keep me motivated…and I will keep them coming.

Time for a cuppa coffee and a walk. Talk Soon!

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~MH

Romantic Short Story: The Bridesmaid

Hi Friends,

It’s Monday, and I’m here again with yet another heart-warming tale of love, romance, and happiness.

If you love outing at the beaches, I’m sure you’ll like today’s short love story set against the backdrop of a beach wedding.

See what happens when Katie Moss accidentally bumbs into her new boss, Jonathan Day, at her friend’s beach wedding.

The Bridesmaid

Have you ever thought about your own wedding?” Mom yelled folding my hot pants into a neat square.

“Mom, please. Not now.” My nose scrunched as I lay over my yellow bridesmaid’s dress on the iron table.

Today was my best friend’s Aanya’s wedding. I was so excited for the beach wedding that I was least interested in spoiling my mood. So, I just let go in front of mom.

“See, Anya that fat piglet is also getting married, and my slim and beautiful girl couldn’t bait a decent boyfriend.” Mom kept the folded clothes in the cupboard and started arranging the shoes, strewn all over on the carpet flooring.

Now, how could I tell mom for how long I had been eying my boss. The handsome and reserve Texas boy, Jonathan Day.

The first day I met him in the conference room, and he swept me off my feet. And, when I got to know I was appointed as a personal assistant to the new managing director of Hannah Cook Tours and Travels, I was all set to woo him.

But, all my efforts went in vain when the new appointee Ms. Tracy Elseworth started dropping into Jonathan’s cabin now and then.

The two had long meetings inside his closed cabin though I knew they were purely professional, and Jonathan only dictated press releases about the company’s new packages. However, I could smell something fishy brewing in between them. The way Tracy talked about Jonathan during our coffee or lunch breaks made me believe she was drooling over sexy and polite Jonathan.

“I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me for the dinner.” I put myself into the yellow sundress that snugly fitted onto my curves and scooted past mom. She was still busy in arranging my room.

I and mom stayed together in my two-bedroom apartment in the serene locality of Emerald Falls. My Dad left mom for his colleague when I was eight years old. Mom had some on and off flings during my growing up years, but she couldn’t adhere herself to anyone. Perhaps, the insecurity that a step parent could bring in always stopped mom from going forward in any of her relationships.

“It’s an afternoon wedding, isn’t it?” Mom shouted tailing me till the front door of my flat.

“Indeed it is but the wedding will be followed by a beach party and a reception at Tino’s. And I can’t come before Danny and Aanya leaves for the honeymoon. So, it will be late.”

“Tino’s, oh my, my. That plush restaurant on the Marina Beach.” Mom’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Yeah, that one.” I adjusted the sling of my purse on my shoulder before making my way to the exit.

“OK, keep me informed or I’ll call you.”

“I’ll call you if I couldn’t return by nine. Is that fine?” I finally spun and hugged her. How nervous she would get whenever I stepped out of the house. I had told her several times that I was no kid. That I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, but she wasn’t ready to stop obsessing about her grown up 5 feet 7 inches tall daughter who had strawberry blond hair.

Whatever it was, I loved my mom and looked forward to tolerating her obsessive compulsive disorder tendencies till eternity. I wanted her to be with me all the time.

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The traffic was mild, and the ride to the Marina didn’t take more than twenty minutes. That’s what I liked most about the Emerald Falls. It was close to the beach, close to the city center, and close to my workplace too–The Hannah Tours and Travels Company.

“Shit, Again Jonathan Day has started messing up with my mind. Shoo…Go away, Mr. Jonathan. I ain’t let you enter my head.” The moment I rammed my thumb onto the touch button of the car audio, it started playing–Everything I do, I do it for you.

Bryan Adam helped me focus on the ride, and I reached the venue on time.

But, when I reached I saw Jonathan sitting on one of the several chairs arranged neatly on the sandy coast. The blue water shimmered under the golden afternoon sun.

My heart raced as he stood from his chair and sauntered toward me.

“Hello, Ms. Moss.”

“Oh, Hello, Mr. Day.” My voice wobbled as for the first time I noticed him looking at me, focused, unbothered. It wasn’t professional, wasn’t friendly, but something else. Perhaps, a stare of desire, a stare of love, full of passion and yearning.

Did he want me the same way I wanted him?

“I think there’s still some time for the wedding. Would you mind a stroll up to the Tino’s”

“What?” My brow furrowed. I never expected he would ask me to accompany him. He always avoided me at the office, never meeting my lustful glances. In fact, he all the time kept himself busy with Tracy. What happened today that he was asking me to go along with him for a beach walk?

“Stroll, Ms. Moss. Would you mind?” He gave me a quizzical look.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I would love to.”

“So, how was your day today?” he asked, tilting his head.

“It’s great…” I smiled, hiding my nervousness, as we strolled on the warm sand.

Nobody of us talked as we walked up to the Tino’s.

“I think it is still time. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?” He asked, looking at his silver wristwatch.

To me, it sounded like an impromptu date but for him, I thought, it was just having some coffee with a colleague.

I was surprised when he pulled back a chair for me, but in the following breath, I quickly convinced myself. He was a gentleman and pulling back a chair for a woman who happened to be his PA was nothing more than a polite gesture or his way of making me feel comfortable.

When he seated across from me, I indeed had difficulty breathing and when he gazed me without saying a word as we waited for the coffee, it indeed made me feel hot down there.

“Ms. Moss. I want to ask you something.”

“Oh, yeah, sure Mr. Jonathan.”

“I always wondered where I stand with you, but I think now is the right time to stop standing and start walking along with you.”

“I couldn’t get you, Mr. Day.” My eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Would you like to come for a dinner with me tonight? Anyways, the wedding will get over by evening.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s perfectly fine, Ms. Moss if you have someone else. I just…” He wiped a hand over his sweaty forehead and then loosened his red silken tie knot.

“No. No. No. I mean… Yes. I mean I would love to go for a date. I mean dinner with you.”

“That’s great, Ms. Moss. So let’s get going… I think we are here for Danny’s wedding.”

“Aanya’s wedding. I’m here for Aanya’s wedding.” I shook my hand.

“Oh, Okay. For me, it’s Danny’s wedding.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire’s Wife

Hello Friends,

It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Wife

 

“I got to do this to save my business. There’s no other way.” Kate murmured under her breath as she stepped out of her antique shop and waited for the taxi.

Kate was a virgin and didn’t know that she was heading to an uncharted territory. A night full of passion and Kate ended up losing her V-card to Dave.

An unexpected pregnancy compelled Kate to think and rethink about her marriage of convenience with sexy billionaire Dave Hunt.

“Oh, so you’re back.”

“Yeah, I need funds to pay the bills.”

“Transferred.” Dave hit a button on his laptop and gazed at Kate with his mischievous eyes.

“What I have to do now?” She smacked her lips in anticipation.

“Nothing new. The same thing which you had been doing for the past three months. You have to pose as my wife in front of my parents. They’ll stay with us for a month and you have to behave like a well-obedient daughter-in-law.”

“Well-obedient?” Her eyes narrowed as anger boiled within her.

“Yeah, no more late nights at your old goods shop in the downtown. You would rather be finishing your work as early as five and be home at six to have a family dinner with us.”

“But, this was not in the contract.” She shot an angry stare at him.

“You know what, Kate, I never had any trouble with getting girls. Women throw themselves at me. I just have to stand and wait for them to come to me. You should feel lucky that I pick you. I still have options. If you…” His angular jaw clenched as he stood from his chair and swaggered around her.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be home at six and will have dinner with your parent. But after that can I get back to work?”

“Sure. You can use my car.”

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Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire's Wife“Where the hell are you, Kate?” Dave tossed his smartphone on the bed, loosening his tie knot with the other hand.

Rain lashed the car top. The storm had set in.

“It’s six. She should be home.” He muttered as he drove through the overpass to reach the downtown.

His car halted in front of Kate’s Antique Store.

He pushed open the door and there she was. Kate stood on the other side of the customer’s counter showing some antique pieces of jewelry to an old couple.

Dave’s presence was commanding, his cologne even stronger.

Kate lifted her head and saw him shooting daggers at her from all the way across the shop. His gaze scalded her heart. So intense. She begged an excuse from the couple and gestured Dave to meet her in the guests’ lobby.

“You here? What’s wrong. You don’t look good. Is everything okay?” Her mouth twisted, eyes widening. She couldn’t believe that Dave could ever visit her small rustic shop.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“How could you say that?” She felt heat building inside her, flushing her cheeks.

“What are you doing here? Entertaining your customers? How could you do this? At least, you could have called me but no, you were so busy. And the best part is that you’re not picking up your phone.” His firm grasp on her shoulders tightened as his eyes emitted heat of anger, desperation, restlessness, all mixed.

“Why do you want me now, Mr. Dave? You renewed the contract for a month, till your parents are here. And, if I’m not wrong Mrs. and Mr. Hunt left the town last night. We both saw them off at the airport.”

Sky fell on him.

“Shit. How can I…” His hands slipped off her arms. Massaging his forehead, he glanced her way. “Anyways… by what time you’ll be free.”

“Just this couple and I’m closing the store.”

“Cool. I’ll be waiting for you.” He came close and held her hands, his eyes reading her thoughts.

“And, why do you wait for me, Mr. Hunt.”

“Because I don’t want my pregnant wife to return home all alone in the stormy night.”

“So, you still think I’m your wife even when the contract is over.”

“What proof do you want, Kate? Do you want me to show you my heart? Can’t you just understand?”

“Understand what?”

“That I want you back in my life. And this time, without a contract.”

 

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone

Here comes this week’s romantic short story:

Title: That Special Someone

“So, you think you can do this,” David asked Ashley as he pulled out a paper towel from the kitchen napkin holder and lay over a sea-green ceramic plate.

“What made you think I can’t?” She bumped her eyebrows and scowled, gently immersing the frying basket into the hot oil.

“Careful… it will splatter.”

“Ouch…” She whined with a tingle of burn on her hand.

“Shit. Are you alright? Hope you have not scalded your hand…”

“Chill. It’s just a minor burn.”

“Come on…” David dragged Ashley to the kitchen sink and held her hand under the cold running water.

“I’m alright. Let’s see if the wings are done.” She lifted her gaze and looked at him.

“Better you leave the kitchen in its owner’s hands and relax in the living room.” David pushed Ashley out of the kitchen to the cozy living room of his farm house, unknown of the fact that the woman he was living with for the past few months was a famous movie star.

Tired of her materialistic lifestyle and unnecessary show-off, Ashley left her house on a whim. She was seeking oblivion in someone’s close company when God granted her wish of finding a person who didn’t know a thing about her.

David appeared like an angel when Ashley knocked his country house in the middle of a stormy night. He politely took her in and since then they were living together.

Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone“Here you go…” David set a cup of black coffee and a plate full of chicken wings on the coffee table.

“Where’s your coffee?” She asked looking up meeting his deep dark eyes.

“Way too much caffeine in my bloodstream. I’m on a coffee fast right now.”

“Oh, come on… You can’t be.” She stood and came close. “I’m not going to drink this stuff alone. You need to share this.” She raised the coffee mug to his lips, and he couldn’t resist taking a sip from the mug.

“Shall, I get another cup for you?” he asked as he sensed his heart melting by the sight of her thin pink lips. Something citrusy wafted in his nose as she edged closer to him and smiled, her green eyes twinkling like two shiny stars.

“Not needed.” She rotated the mug and carefully placed her lips at the steamy impression of David’s lips, sipping the hot beverage.

Their eyes did the talking as they came close, and the most awaited kiss happened. Their lips played for a while before they pulled back holding each other’s hands.

“I knew you’re a special woman.”He gazed into her eyes, a smile curving his mouth.

She shrugged, her brows furrowing. Her gaze dipped to the floor. “Special?”

“I know who you are.” He lifted her chin up with two fingers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should’ve told you but things were so beautiful I didn’t want to ruin them by telling you the truth.” Her forehead creased as tears blurred her vision.

He came close and dab the streaming tears on his fingers.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. We always dream a life that we don’t have. You can stay here as long as you want but you need to go back some day.”

“Will you miss me?” She sniffed looking in his eyes.

“Of course, I will miss you…”

“I don’t want to go back. I hate my celebrity status. Can I stay with you forever?”

“You can sweetheart but don’t give up on something you achieved with so much of hard work. You can drop in here anytime and can stay for as long as you want but you need to carry on. I hope you’re getting me.”

She smiled with eyes and mouth. New tears glazed her eyes as she went into David’s open arms.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field

Hello, Friends! It’s Monday, and I’m here again with a new short love story. This week’s romantic short story is about the personality clash between a hugely successful sport’s person and his sports manager. Hope you like it…

Title: Love Off the Field

“Aren’t you the luckiest girl in this world?” Aryan smirked as he pulled out a chair.

Shanaya lifted her head and looked up. Her eyes landed on an outstandingly gorgeous man, and a lump formed in her throat. “Ex…cuse…me…” She fumbled trying hard to swallow the bite of her vegetable sandwich.

“Water?” He raised the glass of water seating next to her.

“Thanks…” She sipped some water from the glass and placed it back on the table, gathering her strewn thoughts.

She had been in awe since she was appointed as the sports manager of Aryan Malik.

The young and dashing captain of the Indian Cricket Team was quite a player off the field as well. With a deeply dimpled smile and 6 feet tall frame, he could make any woman’s imagination run wild. However, Shanaya Khanna was not like any other girl.

It was her oozing confidence that swept Aryan off his feet. Their first meeting and he lost his heart to her. But aware of Aryan’s womanizing habits, she maintained a professional distance between them, no matter how hard Aryan tried to woo her.

“You’re ten minutes late.” She adjusted her glasses on her thin straight nose and looked in his direction only to find him staring at her, smile dangling at the corners of his lips.

“I’m flattered. I was an hour away and you started missing me.”

“We expect your cooperation in making things better.”

Romantic Short Stories: Love Off the Field, mariyamhasnain.com“I’m all yours Miss, do whatever you want.” He stretched his back against his chair and widened his arms. The chiseled expanse of his chest peeked through the translucent fabric of his sports T-shirt.

Shanaya was in her prime and Aryan’s nearness was causing some serious heart palpitations and gasping at her end.

She tried to control her rapid heart beat concentrating on the things she needed to discuss with him.

“So, let’s begin. You gotta work on your diet and exercise routine. I think you’re not paying proper attention to types of food you take. From now on, no oily and starchy food. Only proteins. And yeah, we need to work on building a good boy image of yours in the media.” She scribbled something on her notepad.

“We need to work on your sleeping and waking up cycle. Looks like you’re spending a little too much time outdoors, sleeping late at nights, and missing morning practice sessions..”

But, I need to seriously work on addressing those sparks that are flowing in between us, Miss.

“Yeah, sometimes it gets late. You know…” he chuckled as he thought about kindling a relationship between him and Shanaya.

“No late nights from now on.”

He peeked inside her eyes as he leaned closer. “Okay, only on one condition.”

“You can’t Mr. Malik.  You can’t bind me with your nonsense conditions.” She stuttered.

“Okay, consider it as a request. Consider this as my first step towards a good boy image. Am I talking sense now Ms. Khanna?” He whispered.

Musk surrounded her as he came even closer and brushed some loose strands of hair of her face, tucking them behind her ears.  “I want to take you out.”

“Okay. Just once.” Her lips fumbled as her heart galloped hard against her chest.

He commanded. “Just once a week.”

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Just Say Yes!

Hello, Friends! Well, I couldn’t keep myself from writing romantic short stories. Last week, I wrote two short stories. One for a contest and one for you. So, here’s your treat:

Title: Just Say Yes!

Tia Shumosky had a lustful eye for the Belmont Girls’ High School football coach.

The long-legged, brown-eyed Darcy was every girl’s eye candy. And Tia knew it. Though she never devoured Darcy’s sex appeal, his curious glances at her in the middle of the practice sessions often raced her heartbeat.

Tia was not a shy girl. Bold and confident, she was the vice-captain of her football team.

The only thing that stopped Tia from approaching Darcy was their age gap. Tia was a young 16-year-old teenager, while Darcy was in his late twenties, perhaps pushing to thirties, and a single dad.

Though their age gap never bothered Tia, she always remained apprehensive about Darcy’s thinking process. Besides that, Mrs. Bennett, the divorced psychology professor who always buzzed around Darcy, also served as a major obstacle in the creation of something more than just a pupil–trainer thing between Tia and Darcy.

Tia wiped a hand over her sweaty brow, stuffed her towel in her sports bag, and tightened her shoelaces.

It’s now or never. I will ask him today.

She sipped water from her tumbler, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and headed to where Darcy was relaxing after an adrenaline-pumping football session.

“How are you, Mr. Darcy?”

He gazed at her, his eyes crinkling under the beaming sun. “Ms. Shumosky. You’re still here? Don’t have classes today?”

“Yeah . . . I was . . . kind of . . .”

He smiled as he sensed the shakiness of her voice. “Yeah, you were . . . kind of . . . what, Ms. Shumosky?”

Oh, come on, Tia. Ask him. It’s now or never.

“Actually, as you know, today was the last day of our football practice session. From tomorrow onwards, exams are starting, and then holidays . . .”

“Yeah . . . so . . . that happens every year. Nothing new in that, Ms. Shumosky.”

“Actually, Mr. Darcy, I was thinking if I can . . . I mean, if you can take me . . . I mean, if we can go out somewhere. I don’t know when I see you next.”

He smiled as he rolled up the white socks on his firm calves. “Next year, Ms. Shumosky. We’ll meet at the start of the next sports session.”

She muttered under her breath. “If you know I’m graduating this year.”

“Oh . . . I see.”

His narrow eyes landed on Tia, and her heart skipped a beat. “Do you wanna go on a date with me before your graduation?”

“Kind of . . . only if you want.”

He rubbed a hand over his chiseled jaw and smiled. “Why don’t you come home, and I’ll cook something for you . . .”

“Oh, that’s great, Mr. Darcy.” Her heart raced as butterflies fluttered harder in her belly.

“Cool. So, today in the evening. Dinner time? Will that be fine with you?”

She bubbled with a wide grin. “Perfect . . . I’ll be there at six.”

“Sure . . . see you in the evening.”

***

“Maggie, she’s your new ballet teacher.”

Darcy smiled as he introduced his five-year-old daughter to Tia.

“I’m sorry, Tia, I was trying to ask you this for a long time. It would be great if you can teach ballet to Maggie. I hope you won’t mind that.”

A mixture of nervousness and excitement washed over her.

Wow . . . I hit the jackpot.

“No . . . not at all, Mr. Darcy. I would love to. It would be great if I can help her learn to dance. She’s so young. This is the perfect time for a start.”

Tia was on cloud nine when Darcy and Maggie dropped her home after dinner.

She couldn’t realize that Darcy wanted to see her every day. Ballet was just an excuse. He wanted Tia to spend time with his daughter so they would get to know each other, and who knew, this could lay the foundation of a new relationship between Tia and Darcy. Something more than just a pupil–trainer thing.

~End~

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Here’s How I Fell In Love With My New Summer Sandals

Do you change your wardrobe with the season? I guess you do. Perhaps, you donate your old clothes of the passing-by season and buy new ones. But, do you do the same thing with your shoes and sandals also? If not, you’re missing the latest trends in footwears.

And, do you know what is trending in shoes and sandals this summer. Yeah, these are super comfortable and uber cool flip-flops. Besides these, there’s something even more unique has come up in the market in the range of summer shoes and accessories.

Recently, during a handicraft exhibition, I spotted something pretty amazing for my summer feet. And, without thinking for a second, I bought it. Can you guess what’s that? These are hand-made eco-friendly barefoot sandals.

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From shoes to no shoes, barefoot sandals define the current craze of the season. With celebs sporting their open-toe shoes everywhere, going barefoot might be the next style statement, especially for those who love sunbathing and enjoying the summer heat on the beach like me.

As flip flops are the new fashion trend this summers, barefoot sandals seem to be the perfect beach wear this season. Be it beach wedding, poolside party, or any other occasion, you can either team them up with shoes or just go bare feet with these boho style sandals decorating the top of your feet.

The sandals are just perfect for any barefoot activity, for instance, yoga, dancing, pilates, sunbathing, hippie wedding or beach wedding. These hand-made fashion sandals are made up of 100% cotton yarn with decorative beads. The anklet sandals stretch to fit around your ankle and toe and beautifully complement your bare feet. These sandals are the perfect foot jewelry for summers and one size fits all, so you need not worry about the size if you order them online.

Go crazy this summer. Flaunt your style and oomph with your favorite pair of barefoot sandals.

~MH