MY INDIAN WIFE: Love Finds Its Way
He stood rooted in his place as if his legs lost the ability to walk, but the next moment, he dashed outside the cafe to question her but the cab left in front of him and he cursed under his breath, watching the cab from behind.
“Author Scarlet? My wife?? What the fuck is missing??” He screeched, pulling his hair in frustration, and slammed his fist on the pillar. He stood there composing himself, recalling the words of Amelia Scott.
He walked back inside the cafe and picked the book again, checking the initial few pages and the last page, but as always, it had an author’s introduction without any picture or any contact information. Christian’s face turned red, his nerves popped out and he r
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