No Rings Attached
NO LOVE. NO COMMITMENT. NO PROBLEM, RIGHT?
Fleeing her own nuptials wasn’t part of planner Sangeeta Parikh’s design for her life. Neither was stumbling into chef Sonny Pandya’s arms, nor the video that went viral. Now they’re an internet sensation! So why not fake the relationship with no commitment? Sangeeta can save face and her job, and Sonny gets needed exposure for his restaurant. It’s a good plan for two commitment-phobes…until all that pretend hand-holding and kissing start to feel real.
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Excerpt from No Rings Attached
She was getting married. To Param Sheth, who was indeed handsome and very kind, and smart and… She was going to spend the rest of her life with him and only him.
Just the two of them.
Which was great. Because she loved him. And he loved her.
Forever and ever.
And…ever.
She cracked her neck and felt Tina and Anita flank her on either side, just a step behind her. She did not have maternal uncles, so she had asked Tina and Anita to walk with her. Sangeeta turned her head to the right and opened her eyes.
The side door was open, allowing a gentle breeze to come in. It opened to a small Baltimore side street, but Sangeeta could see clear blue skies behind the building across the street. A cool breeze blew through the hall where she stood. It was midmorning, and it would warm up as the day progressed. Not even the weather dared to ruin Sangeeta Parikh’s perfectly planned wedding day.
She looked at the double doors again and inhaled. Graduate, get a job, get married. First child in four years, then eventually two more. She’d prefer to have a girl first, but she had no real control over that.
But getting married at this point in her life was part of her plan. And Sangeeta always stuck to her plan. What were you without a plan? Chaos. And chaos was not acceptable.
Toral met her gaze. “Sangeeta?”
“It’s time.” Toral’s voice sounded very far away.
Sangeeta turned toward Toral, focused on the girl’s hand as she reached for the pull on the double doors.
Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” The words were out of Sangeeta’s mouth before she even realized what she was saying. She turned her feet, her body and her soul toward the sun and she ran.