Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Also by Saumya Dave
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Acknowledgments
- Readers Guide
- Discussion Questions
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Natasha!” Jean, the unit security guard, stops her. “You’ve got a visitor waiting for you in the dining room.”
“Already? I thought they weren’t allowed on the first day,” Natasha says.
The hospital nonslip socks are way too tight around her ankles. She’ll ask for a bigger size after she sees whoever is here. If it’s Suhani, she’ll make sure Natasha knows all the patient perks. Or maybe it’s the girls. She can see Anuj or Zack telling them to check on her here.
But when she gets to the dining room, there’s only one person inside. An Indian dude in a white coat.
Shit.
It’s not just any Indian dude. It’s Roshan. Suhani’s Roshan.
“Um, hey?” Natasha says. “What are you doing here?”
She’s instantly transported back to that weekend she visited Suhani in medical school. Roshan was stuck to Suhani the first night. Depending on who was judging him, Roshan’s furrowed brows and deep voice could be considered sexy in a Heathcliff, brooding kind of way. Yes, Heathcliff! Natasha had called him brown Heathcliff after she met him.
“I had to see a patient here for a neurology consult and thought I’d say hi,” Roshan says. “And let you know I’m here if you need anything.”
“Why?” Natasha tries to register his presence. It’s so weird that this is who Suhani was with before Zack. Chill and content Zack. Talk about not having a type at all.
“Because I know Suhani’s worried about you,” Roshan says.
“And how do you know that?” Natasha asks.
She knows she can push someone like him because in some ways, she is someone like him. He’s also got the same dark, Scorpio energy she does, and in another life, they would maybe even be good friends. She pictures them meeting at a bar, drinking whiskey, and bitching about people who are simpletons.
“Uh . . .” Roshan frowns. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
“I mean, how do you know what Suhani’s worried about?”
“Is that some sort of trick question?” His frown deepens. “She’s your sister. You’re here. Obviously she’s worried.”
Damn, he wants my sister, she thinks. Natasha has always been able to tell when a guy liked Suhani. There was a certain tenderness in their voices, an eagerness on their faces when they spoke to Natasha. It was as if they were trying to win her over.