I’ve always thought that one of the highest points in my life would be when someone would say ‘I love you’ to me and mean it. Vikram’s words fill me with warmth and a deep acknowledgment of the feelings I had that night, a lifetime ago. But I’m not the same person anymore. Back then I believed that people can change.
There is no way in hell that Vikram Sethi and I are ever going to work. He’s too gorgeous, unhitched, and spontaneous, and I’m plain, cautious, and predictable. Come to think of it, why does he want to be with me anyway?
And then there is the minute detail that I’m not single. I’ve no business feeling ecstatic that the guy I’m attracted to likes me back. And he shouldn’t be confessing his love to another guy’s girlfriend.
He nods when I call him out for that. “I know and I
