I can’t believe it’s mid October. The summers are almost gone, and the winters are slowly painting a scenery all around.
I can’t tell you how much I love winters. Though there’s no snow in Bangalore and the weather almost remains pleasant throughout the year, the winter months get a bit chilly. Especially, December and January.
I love the milky coldness of winters. I also love winters because we have so many festivals that fall during winters.
It’s the time when there are love and happiness all around. It’s also the time when you’re free and relaxing, especially if you’re an early planner like me. And have taken care of the cleaning and the beautification of your house for the festivals in advance.
It’s also the time when families get together and folks cheer, all laden with the sheer spirit of the festive season.
And yes, it’s also the time for Holidays. Schools and offices are closed. Everyone stays at home taking care of the festive cleaning, cooking, and shopping.
You know what, when I finish all my household chores, I prefer spending time curled up in the couch with a sweet romance novel. The one that keeps me warmed and happy and let me enjoy the winters and the festive holidays.
So to keep you warm and allured this festive season, The Wedding Singer is here.
The book is going to be released on October 30, 2018. It’s a second in the sweet love novel series. The first being The Wedding Planner that you all loved so much.
Again, this is a standalone sweet romance set in the small town of Awadh. The Wedding Singer is a story of Sania, Zayn, and Farhaan. It’s also a story of old courtesans of Awadh. And not only this, it’s also a story of dreams, goals, aspirations, understanding relationships and falling in love with your true soul mate.
Enjoy the teasers:
My heart wept when I saw him like this—sad and worried.
“Tell me, Farhaan,” I whispered sneaking closer to him, my hand stroking his head.
He looked up and everything around me faded away. I could only see the depth, the darkness, and the loneliness of those obsidian eyes.
I slithered a little more and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. My other hand gently rubbed his arm.
Just as the last ray of sun crept behind the darkness, Farhaan’s hand moved around me. In moments, our bodies moulded into each other, sharing our body heats as easily as we shared our problems. His chest rising and falling against my breasts, our breaths in perfect unison as warm blood ran wildly through my veins.
In his arms, the world stopped revolving. The moment froze. The time stood still. There wasn’t anything around us. No wind, no moon, no rain. What remained was a heartache.
Within moments, he pulled away and smiled. “Thanks.”
“Thanks, for what?” I reflected his grin.
“For the hug.”
Flush rose to my cheeks when he looked at me that way. Not like a friend but like a lover with intoxicating eyes that made my heart gallop at an enormous speed. Hot blood ran into my veins. Desire grew, not letting me breathe and when it was hard enough to control my shaky resolve, I rose to my feet and scrambled away from him…
“Oh, Zayn, I love you….” She smiled with dewy eyes and instantly pushed back her chair, scurried to my side, and sat next to me. She then took my arm in hers and lay her head on my shoulder.
It felt good. Her touch always felt good. It ignited a flame inside my body. No doubt she was beautiful and in fact I was one lucky twat that she wanted me to be her boyfriend or fiancé or whatever.
I wanted to relish her closeness, her fragrance, the touch of her velvety lips on my arm.
‘Do I love her? Do I want her the same way she wants me or it’s just physical attraction that holds me close to her?
I could have easily said no to her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t disappoint her or might be, I never want to lose her.’
It had been a week since that gloomy evening, but the sparks of the hug were still alive, burning my body and soul. What the hell had happened between us? When we were just friends, two different individuals, living in our own worlds. That hug simply changed my equation with Sania.
Now, I felt more conscious and alert around her. I wanted to look good and presentable to her. Why the hell did I want to do something like that when my entire life I didn’t care about my looks, my body, and my tallness. Was I a little taller for her? She had to be on her tiptoes if we shared a kiss.
So that was a bit of a sneak peek of The Wedding Singer. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for reading and hope you have a fabulous week!