A Romance novel that challenges the very concept of love.
** From the Amazon #1 Best-selling Author**
People say love and logic don’t go together… that love is blind… that sometimes we should trust our hearts more than our mind. That’s what Simi Chatwal and Vikram Sethi, best friends in college, too once believed in. In love at first sight, in relationships that last till eternity...
Then Simi meets Shail Singh who seems to have everything she is looking for—sophistication, charm, generosity, and a perfect job as an Indian Administrative Service (IAS) officer. Indeed, her Prince Charming.
At the same time, Vikram falls for Veena, the most fashionably turned out girl in college, who also happens to share his entrepreneurial dreams.
Both perfectly natural choices spark off a chain of events that leave Simi and Vikram bewildered and fighting for their lives. Literally.
Fast paced like a thriller and electrifying in intensity like a romance novel When You Can’t Trust Love will keep you at the edge of the seat and shake you to the core when you finish reading it.
Always posing the question—should love be blind to reason?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / SuspenseThe book is from an Amazon #1 Best-selling author. Many of my books have been on Amazon's various best-seller lists.
Prologue
August 2015
She didn’t think she would ever see this day. She was standing in her bedroom staring at the broken wooden wardrobe. The doors were hanging at the hinges. And the lock was lying at the floor, broken.
Inside the wardrobe, she could see bundles of cash glittering in the dark. Neatly stacked up.
She shook her head. Oh, no! I’m not a thief. I shouldn’t be stealing.
Given half an opportunity, she would have loved taking up a corporate job or starting a freelancing business and earned her ticket to freedom. The hard way.
But sadly, she was stuck in a place where she could not even open a damn bank account.
She wanted to leave the place right away. There was no future for her here—that she had no doubt about. This house had been her dream house once. She was bewitched by the crewel embroidery on the false ceiling, yes ceiling, of her dining room. Not to mention the wall-to-wall carpet which she had not seen in any house in India till then.
She had spent considerable effort decorating, and re-decorating, this two-bedroom cottage on the hill. Her favourite Lord Ganesh’s picture, with a beatific smile half-hidden by his elephant trunk, hung on one of its wood-panelled living room walls.
She could spend hours in her garden watching the mountains, and the beautiful sunset over the lake. In July, she loved picking up apricots, and in October apples, right from her own garden. And in the mornings, the sight of snow-capped mountains from her bedroom window would take her breath away.
She was like any other woman. With small dreams of living in a house with her two dogs, a loving husband and plenty of chocolates. And at one time, she had believed her dream had come true.
But not anymore.
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Already translated.
Translated by NATALIA PASTOR and Julieta Cabrera
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