This book, #Destined is an out and out love story, a typical romance like the M&Bs I grew up reading. Pick this one only if you are a lover of good romance, strong female characters, and men who love them.
Destined is a love story that reminds you of the power of love and why the world loves to read romance, why it is the largest selling genre and why love is not just for lovers but for family, friends, and life itself. The author has balanced romance, family, and duty in this beautiful book. Yes, beautiful on the inside and out – did you check out the cover?
In spite of a serious topic, that Rubina has brought out in the open the book is a light, flowy read. What plagues our society today – daughters looking after aged or sick parents and how they survive the taunts and discrimination compared to a boy. A love of a parent is unconditional but not so, for a daughter, she must fight for the right to serve and care for her parents. It is as if she marries and relinquishes her claim and love for her parents.
Esha is trying to fund her father’s cancer treatment but fails miserably. Relatives and friends are the first to bail as is her ‘childhood friend and fiancé’ – Ayush. Slowly she realises that she is on her own and asks her company for the loan. Then she finds Rohan, the CEO, drool-worthy, solid guy. Rohan has his own demons to fight but he stands tall around the trouble. Esha finds support and faith in him. The solution was quite simple with the company Esha works for steps in to help her but Rohan has some strings attached to it.
Then there are the fireworks and Rubina does not disappoint. She writes with heart and spunk, her words pulled me in from the first chapter itself and kept me rooting for Esha even though Rohan had my thoughts.
Zaira, the ex is the troublemaker, spewing taunt and innuendos by the minute and Ayush who was to be the golden boy, the best friend turns into a version of her. I thought they were planning it all together such were their negative thoughts. Even though Ayush is sorted out, I felt Zaira could be too. She got off quite lightly for troubling such kind souls.
I enjoyed the tight narration and fireworks between Rohan and Esha. The witty, spunky conversation between the two lights up many a page. Add to that, Esha’s father who is a ray of sunshine even though he is the one suffering making him so adorable. Destined made me happy, made me smile and made me read more. I hope to read many more such books.
Destined is made for enjoying your time as you find a bit of spark, a touch of vulnerability and rocking chemistry within its pages.
On seeing her, he grinned. “There goes my dream of my bride sitting on the bed with a long veil over her face that I could slowly lift up.”
Esha laughed. “Do it in your real wedding.”
Rohan felt a jolt at her words though his feelings had stopped making any sense at all. He found her pajama-clad wet avatar very sensual. Her hair was wet from the shower and a few droplets fell on her collarbone, like dew drops on a rose petal. Now that he was finally alone with Esha, he wanted to further muss up her hair and kiss those wet pearls away. But never had he imagined that he would be alone in a room with her amidst roses and that her intoxicating perfume would drive him crazy. Theirs wasn’t a marriage in the true sense and yet her lips were calling out to him to feel them with his own.
But he was sure that she wouldn’t appreciate it. He forced himself to lean back on the pillow and give her an easy smile to fight his raging hormones. “So, which side of the bed is yours?”
She looked at him sharply to check if he was laughing at her predicament. She then went to her purse and took out a tape—a big, brown one.
“Naughty, naughty,” he said sitting up, suddenly feeling the air crackling between them with an invisible electric thread that was slowly pulling them towards each other. “What’s your intention darling?”
Esha gave him an evil grin and sashayed towards him, all the while opening the tape. “You didn’t think I would be prepared?” she asked, her voice husky. Any hot-blooded man would find this a big turn-on but Rohan sat up straight, wondering if she was drunk.
“Esha, I think we should go to sleep now.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “It’s getting very late.”
She threw back her head and laughed, “The night is still young, darling.” She opened the tape further and climbed on the bed, inching slowly towards him as she rolled it out. Rohan could feel his heart skipping a few beats. He wanted her no doubt, but he was not expecting this and her strange behavior made him uncomfortable.
“Do you want something to eat?” He sounded lame even to himself. She threw her head back and looked at him, her sherry colored eyes darkening into molten chocolate, and the light breeze from the window caught her silk tresses and made them dance to a tune of their own. She bit her lower lip and leaned in front of him, staring deep into his eyes. “Are you nervous?”
“Why are you behaving like this?” he asked, trying to get out of the bed. He felt an invisible hand clutching his stomach but he kept his tone breezy. “Are we taking this night to mean what it is meant to be? I’m ready if you are.”
If she took another step forward, her breasts would touch him. What the devil was she playing at? He couldn’t even lean back further since the head rest was stopping any further movement. She leaned forward but instead of coming towards him, she went beyond him and stuck the edge of the tape to the middle of the bed post. She then pulled the tape down – further and further and a line was drawn along the middle of the bed.
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