TheCrazyWorldOfABookLover

“With a lurch Rishi realized his brain was also diverting blood flow to other parts of his body. He immediately began to think of Nani, his grandmother with the hairy mole on her neck jowls. Yep. That did it. Whew. Crisis averted.”
― Sandhya Menon, When Dimple Met Rishi

“When they finally pulled apart, Rishi’s mouth tingling still, Dimple smiled shyly and looked down at their hands, entwined between them on the bench. “So,” she said softly. “That was unexpected.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead, like it was the most natural thing to do. Was this going to be their thing now, casual kissing? He hoped so. “Unexpected but awesome.” Rishi paused. “Right?” She laughed and looked up at him. “Definitely.” He grinned, his heart soaked in happy.”
― Sandhya Menon, When Dimple Met Rishi

“If this was how Rishi Patel showed his interest in her, if this was him wooing her, she wanted more. More, more, more.”
― Sandhya Menon, When Dimple Met Rishi

“Tell me," I whisper, running my tongue along the shell of her ear. "Tell me how you want it to be. Tell me what you need from me."
I'll give her anything.
I'll tear my fucking chest open with my bare hands, rip out my heart and hand it to her, if that's what she needs.
All she has to do is tell me.
All she has to do is ask.
She could bark out a million demands, and I would work myself to the death making them all happen, but instead she merely whispers, “I want you to love me.”
So I do.
I love her.”
― J.M. Darhower, Torture to Her Soul