Forbidden Romance Tales
She knew where he lived, everyone did, he was a Kapoor, but she had never imagined she’d be sitting in his car one evening, sharing the same quiet air.
After a few minutes, he spoke, his eyes on the road. “You were chatty in there.”
Aneet winced, staring at her hands clenched in her lap. “Someone told me the character was fiery and I needed to make a bold impression.”
“That ‘someone’ should be fired,” Ahaan said, a hint of a smile in his voice. “Ava’s fire is the quiet, smoldering kind. The kind that glows in the dark, not the one that screams for attention in a red dress.”