Sinful Love By Sanjana Nidhi PDF Free Download

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I Smile At One Of Our Regulars As I Place The Soy Latte On The Counter. It Is Around Noon Time Now. Usually, Jake Helps Me Out As The Crowd At This Time Of The Day Doubles In Number, But I’m All Alone Today In The Café. I’m Heating A Jug To Prepare The Next Order When A Lady Cuts The Line And Slams Her Hand On The Counter. I Jump A Little, Startled By The Loud Bang. “where’s My Order? I’ve Been Standing Here For The Last Ten Minutes.” “i Apologize For The Delay, But I Have To Serve The Ones Before You, Ma’am.” I Offer Her An Apologetic Smile. I Try To Calm My Breathing As I Set To Make Two Flat Whites. I Wrote Her Order On The Cup Only A Minute Ago, And She’s Aware That There Are Two More Customers Due Before Her. I’m Closing The Lid Of The Cup When She Starts Again. “do You Think I Have All Day To Waste? Hurry The Hell Up!” She Grits Out. The People Waiting In Queue Stare In My Direction When She Starts Raising Her Voice. Swallowing The Lump That Forms In My Throat, I Try To Placate Her With A Polite Smile.

“i’m Sorry. I’m On It.” I Prepare Her Iced Tea With Blistering Speed. Maybe I Should Give Her A Muffin Coupon. I’m Not Allowed To Give Them Away As They’re Reserved For Special Occasions, But I Could Pay For One. She Must Be Having A Bad Day, And This Is The Least I Could Do. Before Handing Her The Iced Tea, I Walk The Small Distance To The Coupons Drawer And Take One Out. “that’s It! I’m Outta Here.” She Exclaims And I Jerk Around. “please, Wait! Here’s Your Drink.” I Hurry To The Counter With Her Cup In Hand But Trip Over My Own Feet. I Don’t Fall But My Abdomen Crashes Against The Counter, Making Me Wince. “you Stupid Bitch!” I Look Up And Am Horrified To See The Woman’s Shirt Covered In Iced Tea. I Glance At My Hand And Feel The Color Drain From My Face When I See The Lid Missing From The Cup. I Must’ve Forgotten To Put The Lid On.

And Now, It’s Half-empty. Grabbing The Box Of Tissues, I Round The Counter. “i’m So Sorry.” I Take A Few Tissues And Reach For Her Blouse To Dab At It, But She Pushes My Hand Away. “don’t Touch Me! Where’s Your Manager?!” She Snarls, And I Feel My Eyes Sting. “m-ma’am, I’m Sorry, Please, Let Me H-help You.” I Try To Approach Her Again To Offer Her The Tissues, But She Shouts And Pushes Me Hard On The Chest. The Breath Is Knocked Out Of My Lungs And I Stagger Back, Immediately Losing My Balance. I Start To Fall Backward And Screw My Eyes Shut In Fear. A Strong Arm Encircles My Waist, And I Am Suspended Mid-fall. I Open My Eyes Slowly And Am Instantly Trapped In The Strangely Deep And Inquiring Dark Brown Eyes. He Straightens With Me, His Hand Still Clutching My Waist. That’s When I Notice His Height. He Is A Foot Taller Than Me. With A Free Hand, He Reaches My Face And Wipes Under My Eyes.

His Gesture Makes Me Realize I’m Crying. “you’re Okay.” He Says In That Clear, Low Timbre That Makes Me Shiver. He Isn’t Asking Me. He’s Telling Me That I’m Okay. And Somehow, I Believe Him. My Erratic Heartbeats Return To Normal. Maybe It Was The Soft British Accent That Calmed Me Down Because Everything Else Fades Away. I Take Deep Breaths And His Hand—that’s Still Around My Waist—slides Up And Down In Slow Movements, Encouraging Me, Appraising Me. The Gesture Oddly Relaxes Me Further. Not Once Did He Break Eye Contact. When He Is Certain, Only Then He Lets Go Of Me, Albeit Hesitantly. Like His Hands Don’t Want To Part From Me. Suddenly, I Become Aware Of My Surroundings. I’m In The Café.

I Just Spilled A Drink On One Of The Customers. I Look For Her, But The Man Who Was Embracing Me A Minute Ago Is Standing With His Back To Me, Obstructing My View. He Speaks To Someone In A Low Voice And I Can’t Quite Make Out What He Is Saying. I Reach Out A Hand To Get His Attention But Stop Before My Finger Could Connect His Dark Sweater. He’s So Broad. I Remember How He Held Me In His Arms. No Man Has Ever Touched Me Like That In My Entire Life Of Eighteen Years. Or More Like I Never Allowed It. My Cheeks Heat. It’s A Foreign Feeling. A Slight Flutter Inside Of My Chest. A Little Dip In My Stomach. I Don’t Know What’s Happening To Me. After What Feels Like Forever—when Only A Few Minutes Have Passed—the Mysterious Man With Chocolate Eyes Turns To Face Me. I Suck In A Much-needed Breath When I Get A Clearer View Of Him.

My Savior Is Devastatingly Beautiful. I Take In His Symmetrical Features. I’ve Never Seen A Good-looking Man Like Him Before. His Jet-black Hair Is Styled Impeccably. There’s Not A Single Hair Out Of Place. His Eyebrows Are Thick And Black, Like His Hair. Then There Are Those Searching Eyes Of His Which Are Roving Over Me As If He’s Trying To Read Me. His Perfectly Sculpted Nose Gives Him A Striking Look. He’s Cleanly Shaven, Which Accentuates His Sharp Jaw And Beautifully Carved Lips. In My Entire Teen Life, I Have Never Known What It’s Like To Have A Crush On Someone. The Few Girls I Used To Be Friends With At School Often Thought Of Me As A Weird Girl Because I Never Took Part In Boys’ Talk. Of Course, They Never Said Anything To My Face. Who Does That? But It Was Apparent In Their Hardly Concealed Grimace Whenever They Saw Me Coming. The Reason Behind It Was That I Didn’t Have Interesting Things To Chat About “boys”. And That’s Because I Never Dated.

It’s Not Like My Parents Are Strict. I’ve Never Dated By Choice. I Choose To Call Myself An Old-school Kind Of Soul. I Know What Nowadays Romantic Relationships Are Like. And I Don’t Want That. I Need Someone Who Could Tug At My Heartstrings In The Very First Eye Contact. Never Thought It Could Happen. Up Until Now. Is This It? Is This Mystery Man My First Ever Crush? “i’d Like An Espresso, Please.” He Speaks. My Classmates Often Swooned Over British Accent, And I Never Got The Hype. That Was Before. Now, Hearing Him Speak In That Elegant Accent Is Doing Unimaginable Things To Me. “miss?” I Blink Twice To Shake Myself Out Of My Stupor. “yes.

Sorry. I’ll Get You A Flat White Right Away.” I Murmur As I Start To Turn. “espresso.” He Corrects With A Hint Of Amusement In His Tone. “right. Yes.” I Squeak, Flushing With Embarrassment. I Quickly Round The Counter And Get To Work. I Take In The Liquid Mess On The Counter Which Reminds Me Of The Lady. I Lift My Head To Search For Her But Find Him Instead. “don’t Worry About Her.” My Savior Says. “b-but,” With The Slightest Shake Of His Head, He Halts My Words. I Jerk A Nod And Swiftly Write His Order On The Empty Paper Cup.

I Feel His Eyes As I Bend To Get The Rag. Feel Him Watching Me Wipe The Counter. My Fingers Reach Up To Tuck The Errant Strands—that Managed To Escape My Ponytail—behind My Ear. I Feel Him Track The Movements Of My Hand. A Shiver Takes Over Me. I Repress It And Resume Making Drinks. He Just Stands At The Side, Taking Me In When I Hand Out A Cup To A Customer. My Fingers Fumble While Writing Another Customer’s Order. The Consciousness Of Being Under His Scrutiny Is Making Me Shy And Nervous. “hey, Rochelle Are You Okay?” Lucinda, One Of Our Regulars Looks At Me With Concern. She Is In Her Mid-forties And A Teacher. I Give Her A Strained Nod, Reliving What Just Happened. I Am Still In Shock At How Violently That Woman Behaved With Me. “god Bless That Man Who Saved You. I Was At The End Of The Queue And Before I Could Reach You, He Was Suddenly There.

” My Heart Does A Backflip At The Mention Of My Savior. “i Don’t Know What He Said To That Rude Lady Because I Barely Saw His Lips Moving. But Whatever He Did, He Managed To Make Her Scarce In No Time.” My Movements Halt. A Spark Of Little Something Ignites My Still Out-of-control Heart. And Although What Happened To Me Was Frightening, My Mind Is Obsessing Over The Fact That The Stranger Stood Up For Me. Lucinda Misjudges My Reaction To Panic Because She Immediately Launches Into One Of The Stories Of Her Students. I Laugh Softly When She Tells Me About Her Student Giving A Hilarious Excuse For Arriving Late To Class. The Entire Time I Chat With Her, My Eyes Want To Look At Him, But I Refrain. When It Becomes Unbearable, I Decide To Sneak A Tiny Peek At Him. My Breathing Quickens, And With A Great Deal Of Courage, I Peer At Him From Beneath My Lashes. A Small Gasp Escapes My Lips When I Find Him Looking Straight At Me. I Don’t Know What Gets Into Me, But I Don’t Look Away. I Don’t Want To. I Have Never Felt A Pull Like This.

Like My Eyes Are Drawn To Him. I Openly Admire Him. He Is A Sight To Behold. I Also Notice That He’s Definitely Older. Maybe In The Mid-twenties. This Is The Gutsiest Thing I Have Done. I Have Never Locked Eyes With A Boy Before, Much Less A Man. And Here I Am, Staring At A Man Who’s Older Than Me As If My Eyes Are Starved. Starved For The Sight Of Him. I Take My Eyes Off His Reluctantly And Fill His Cup. I Purposely Move Slower. It Feels Like This Is It. It’s Like I Am Going To Lose Him After He Walks Out Of Here. What Should I Do? I Am Terrible At Such Things. I Don’t Know How To Flirt.

I Feel Every Sort Of Helpless As I Call Out His Order And He Steps Forward. His Fingers Brush Slightly Against Mine And I Swear It’s Like I Am The Female Main Character In A Romance Novel. I Feel Tingles Inside Of My Chest. I Also Feel A Bittersweet Ache. The Sudden Turmoil Of Feelings Has Me Perplexed. I Don’t Say My Usual ‘have A Nice Day’ Or Any Other Things I Say To The Customers When I Hand Them Their Order. This Oddly Feels Like A Goodbye When In Reality He Is A Total Stranger. He Is Silent Too As He Takes A Step Back. Then Another. Then One More, All The While Staring At Me. And Then He Finally Turns To Leave. I Watch His Back As He Walks Away. I Feel Inexplicably Empty. My Fingers Reach For The Silver Heart Bracelet Around My Left Wrist To Fiddle With—a Habit I Developed When I Was Only Fourteen. The Bracelet Was Given By My Late Grandma.

That Woman Was So Courageous And Headstrong, She Was My Rock. Even Years After Her Passing, One Touch Of My Bracelet Fills Me With Strength And A Sense Of Contentment. With One Graze, I Feel Closer To Her. But My Fingers Can’t Find It. Frowning, I Look Down. My Bracelet Is Missing. My Heart Sinks And I Start Looking For It. That Day, I Search Every Corner Of The Café For My Bracelet. And When I Still Don’t Find It, A Wry Smile Curls My Lips. Looks Like The Bracelet Isn’t The Only Thing I Lost Today.