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Vows Of Love (L&M #1)

"Shravan. You are here" she asked cheerfully "What the hell are you doing?" "Relaxing! This is amazing. Like having your own shower in a swimming pool. So cool." "Get out of there right now." His icy tone slid off her, his unconcealed disapproval having no apparent effect on her exuberance. "Are you listening to me?" He asked again "I’m just cooling down. Why are you wearing a suit? Why did you change? Aren’t you slightly overdressed for the weather? It’s boiling." "I had a video conference. I was working. Get out of the fountain. Now." "Why? I like it here. And you’re very bad-tempered today. You should cool down" "I’m not asking you again." "Good, because I can’t stand nagging. If you want me out, you’ll have to come and get me." "Drishti" He called out in a warning tone Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water and her eyes met his. Something wicked gleamed there. Reading her mind he breathed in sharply. "Don’t you dare." "Are you going to come in and stop me?" The shower of cold water splattered his hair, his jacket and the front of his shirt, which promptly welded itself to his skin. "Are you crazy? This suit is silk." "Better take it off then, before it’s ruined." He did just that, shrugging the shrugging the jacket from his shoulders in a violent movement and saw her gaze slide to his damp shirt. Drishti let out a low whistle "Nice body hubby. Now why don't you get into the fountain with me" Drishti asked with a wink. ** Meet Shravan Maheswari and Drishti Singhania Shravan Maheswari, born with a silver spoon wanted to make a name of his own. A workaholic by nature ,his sole focus is on his company SM Groups. What will happen when trouble maker Drishti Singhania lands in his life creating chaos all around. Mind you, trouble follows Drishti or Drishti follows trouble? The question is still unanswered. Fall in love with them when these total opposites fall for each other. BOOK 1 IN L&M SERIES STAND ALONE NOVEL

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Chapter 68

Little Dhruv certainly had a decent set of choppers on him.

Drishti winced as the emerging teeth grated on the sensitive flesh of her breast as he hungrily fed.

She shifted on the comfortable swing chair on the verandah with the sunshine sprinkling down on them.

Definitely time for solids.

That would disappoint the little man in her arms.

But she knew an older one who would be delighted to have exclusive access at long last, Drishti thought mischievously.

Drishti looked across at sixteen year old Damini pouting at her brother in law, who refused to let her go for a night party at some pub.

Drishti and Shravan had shifted to a two storeyed house with a backyard, after Dhruv's birth.

Damini had come over to stay with her older sister after finishing her tenth grade public examinations.

Much to Damini's dismay, Shravan had started to tutor her with her eleventh grade syllabus.