A Man of Substance: Love by Arranged Marriage (Love and Marriage Book 1) by Nalini Warriar

Author:Nalini Warriar [Warriar, Nalini]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Warriar Books
Published: 2020-10-18T22:00:00+00:00

Arun brought Nimmy to his house in Kochi for a few days. It was traditional from the outside with a deep veranda all around and windows with bars and wooden shutters, no panes at all.

Inside, it reflected Arun’s personality. Comfy couch and chairs, Kilims in warm tones under her bare feet, the contrast of texture between the cool black granite floor and the soft wool making her soles tingle. The kitchen was a modern dream with stainless steel appliances and stone countertop. Here Nimmy discovered yet another facet of Arun: he loved to cook and was great at it.

The bedroom was a vision in grey and silver; the wide bed draped in luxurious materials. A sliver of unease ran through her. He planned to leave all of this behind?

“Are you keeping this house?” she ran her fingers along the satin spread on his bed.

“Haven’t decided yet. Why?”

“We could come here for holidays.”

“You’d want to?”

“Sure.”

“Then we’ll keep it.”

“We?”

“Yes, we. We’re a unit now. Together.”

“We never signed a prenup. Why?”

“Absolutely not. What’s mine is yours. A prenup counts on something going wrong.”

“And what’s mine is yours?”

“Yes, if you want it to be so.”

“I want it to be so.”

“So be it. I do have quite a bit of real estate here. Part inheritance, part investment. Maybe I should liquidate it all.”

“And do what?”

“Use it.”

“No,” Nimmy said. “Keep it. Keep it all. If needed, we’ll revisit the issue later.”

“Now that we have the legalities out of the way, let’s…”

A soft song was playing from his iPhone. He got up to switch it off.

“No, don’t. It sounds familiar.” She didn’t speak Malayalam, English and French being the languages of her life and dreams.

“It’s an old song. Sung by Jesudas.”

“I think my mother has this song. She loves old Hindi and Malayalam songs.”

She didn’t understand the words, but from the way Arun looked at her and touched her, she could guess. He sang with the song in a low, seductive tone. It curled her toes. There was nothing else she could do but jump him.

He spoke English, Malayalam, Hindi, Tamil, Mandarin and a bit of French. And all she had was English and French. His steady and calm outlook on life complemented her feverish impatience. She wanted to do everything at once, have everything at once. She was spontaneous, reaching impulsive decisions, following her heart. Arun, on the other hand, took his time to think things over, sometimes brooding over difficult solutions for days.

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