Sister of the Bollywood Bride by Nandini Bajpai

Author:Nandini Bajpai [BAJPAI, NANDINI]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2021-05-25T00:00:00+00:00

All my good clothes were in the laundry—but I didn’t want to be dressed up today. I was too tired to make the effort and it was hot, hot, HOT. It was time I stopped worrying about what I wore around Vir, anyway.

I dragged on a paint-covered T-shirt and a pair of Vinnie’s old volleyball shorts and turned over the waistband so they wouldn’t slide off—which made them even shorter. They said WESTBURY across the butt, but it was ninety degrees out—at least I’d be cool.

I didn’t have my easel back yet anyway, so I left the paints behind. I wanted to get in a sketch of the Fellsway campus from across the lake—charcoals would do. Vir had said he’d meet us by the topiary garden, so I found a shady spot where a low stone ledge ran along the edge of the water. If I sat on the ledge I was practically invisible to anyone walking along the path, and I could take off my shoes and dangle my bare feet in the cool, clean water of the lake. I planted myself there and opened my sketchpad.

After a peaceful half hour getting some stellar sketches done, I heard footsteps coming my way. Vir! I peered over the edge of the wall just as he walked up to me. But why was he carrying a towel?

“Hey!” he said. “Nice spot!”

My heart rate escalated to the point of being audible, or so it seemed. I took a deep breath.

“It’s cooler here,” I said, and held up my hands to frame the scene I was trying to capture. “And the perfect vantage point.”

“Yes, it is,” he said, and pulled off his shirt to reveal an impressively firm and muscled torso—and caused my heart rate to go from highly escalated to practically flatline.

What was he doing?

He climbed down to the ledge and took off his shoes. Then he sat down next to me and dangled his feet in the water—while I concentrated on not being asphyxiated from the proximity to his extremely attractive and also half-naked self.

“Not bad,” he said, talking about the water temperature, apparently, and waded into the lake, leaving the towel and a pile of his clothes and shoes next to me. “I’m going for a swim.”

I took a gulp of air. “Are you sure the water’s clean?” I asked.

He just laughed and dived deep. He came up ten feet out and clawed away from the edge of the lake with long, muscled arms. The water rippled away from him in circles.

Yogi waded in after him. The water at the edge only came up to his chest. That was as far as he usually went.

Vir treaded water and waved at Yogi. “Come on, Yogi!”

I jumped up. “Vir—no!”

“No?” he asked. “Why not?”

All the nerves I’d felt earlier vanished. “He doesn’t swim. I mean, only if his life depends on it. He fell in once where it was deep and sank out of sight! I thought he was going to drown, but he managed to paddle back.

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