Meera Dixit
My life has one purpose: take care of my little brother Hari and my mother.
Five years ago, my father killed himself, leaving us behind to bear bone-deep agony and a back-breaking debt from a loan shark. All I care about is paying off this debt and giving my family a normal, happy life. Love and relationships have no place in my life.
Then I agreed to rent my room to the American roommate of my friend Akira's boyfriend.
Luke Wilson.
A paying guest for the next three months.
I thought he would come in with the big bucks, and I'd get a breather from barely making ends meet. Never have I been more wrong in my life.
He came into my life with a big smile and an even bigger heart. He was joy and laughter and adventure. He was a beacon of sunshine in my dark, gloomy world.
I didn't want to hear it. After all, he was leaving in three months. And I would be right here in my little village, taking care of my family.
But with every carefree smile and electrifying touch, he burrowed his way deep into my heart.
I cannot allow myself to fall for him and be left behind by a person I love. Again.