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Chirag\u2019s eyes were set into motion as they skimmed the length of her gorgeous curves. The sequinned nude mini number exhibited her well- rounded figure. Her legs looked insanely sexy in her killer high black pumps. Diamond solitaires adorned her delicate ears and caught the light from the overhead bulbs, nearly blinding him with their shine. She oozed wealth and sophistication.<\/p>\n

A sly smile dangled on the corner of his lips. With a slight raise of his refilled glass, he acknowledged her entry. As she approached him, Tiya trailed her long-manicured fingers along the back of his broad shoulders clad in a crisp white linen shirt. Leaning in, her lips grazed his lobe. Chirag sucked in a sharp breath at the sweet sensation of her ample orbs pressing into his back. \u2018To what do I owe the pleasure of this summon?\u2019<\/p>\n

she whispered in a husky tone. Leaning closer to him, she shifted to rest her elbows on the counter. The strong floral scent of her perfume tickled his nostrils. \u2018Just calling on a friend to share a couple of drinks.\u2019 Chirag\u2019s arms curled around and plastered her body to his side. Tiya smirked and tossed her long golden brown streaked beachy waves over her shoulder. She enthroned herself on the barstool. \u2018It appears like you\u2019ve poured yourself into this dress.\u2019<\/p>\n

Chirag\u2019s voice turned breezy as his gaze dipped to her cleavage. Tiya\u2019s palm cupped his razor-sharp chin, her face mere inches away from his. \u2018Only the best for my favourite person,\u2019 she said in a husky tone. \u2018Also, you have been declining my booty calls. So I thought you might need some incentive.\u2019 \u2018Yeah, about that.\u2019 Chirag gave a quick shrug. \u2018Was entangled in a hot mess. It\u2019s all sorted now.\u2019 He deliberately shoved away the thoughts of Kajol that kept surfacing every five minutes.<\/p>\n

He was like a dog with a bone. \u2018Come on, let\u2019s have a couple of drinks first before we pick up from where we left off.\u2019 A few pegs down and Chirag had a nice buzz going. Tiya had been blatant with her sexual advances. His body burned everywhere she touched him. Figuratively speaking he was going up in flames. Right that moment her hand was inching up his jeans clad thighs and his muscles strained under her touch.<\/p>\n

Chirag clamped her hand in a firm grip as it reached dangerously close to his junk. \u2018Come on, let\u2019s get this party started.\u2019 He cupped her neck and whispered against her chin. Tiya uncrossed her long legs and gracefully raised herself from the stool. \u2018My place is closer.\u2019 She angled her glass and swiped off her drink in one go.<\/p>\n

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Published by Yuktha Asrani. Edited by Priyakshi Rajgru Goswami. Cover by Merril Anil. ISBN: 978-93-5473-526-4 BEAUTIFUL MESS The Malhotra Series YUKTHA ASRANI DEDICATION To my Mother Neelam Bathija. My ever-shining light. Chapter 1 New York-USA Clutching her tote to her chest, Kajol tore across the road and ducked into the nearest alley. Her mind sprinted with thoughts as she darted a glance at her apartment door. Why was this happening today? She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sagging. \u2018Kajol?\u2019 Jimmy boomed, tugging at his shabby grey pants.<\/p>\n

The August sun\u2019s warm rays bounced off his bald head. With fisted hands, he banged on Kajol\u2019s apartment door yelling, \u2018Kajol, you have two weeks\u2026I repeat, two more weeks before I slap an eviction notice on your door.\u2019 He cursed, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead. The wooden stairs thundered as he descended down them to the pavement. Throwing one last glare at the closed door, he clumped in the direction of his apartment.<\/p>\n

\u2018Oh God.\u2019 Kajol squeezed her heavy-lidded eyes and exhaled. Her last two months\u2019 rent was overdue, and her landlord was not giving her any more leeway. Great. And the day has only just begun. She shot one last cautious glance across the street to see if the coast was clear and then plodded out of the alley. Practicing her yoga technique, she inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. With clammy hands, she smoothed her olive-green wool dress that hugged her curves to perfection. Regret washed over her mind at the thought that if she hadn\u2019t quit her job on a whim, her life would not have turned into a big fat load of crap.<\/p>\n

She shook her head in despair. In retrospect, her previous job had felt like she was pushing a boulder uphill, constantly fearful that it would come rolling down on her, crushing her under its weight.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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