Prologue

It was just another June afternoon. The scorching sun making its presence felt as he drew the curtains. She lay sprawled on the bed after a satiating love-making session, the sheet barely covering her. Long legs inviting him for another trip to the heavens and above.

"Arnav, don't play games with me..", she urged, breathing in slow and deep. Her body relaxed but her eyes giving her away. A mix of anger and frustration reflected in those honey coloured orbs. She hated how her body responded to him. How she let the smell of his aftershave play havoc with her senses. But, she could blame no one but herself. HE hadn't made any commitments or promises of a forever or anything even close to a forever. Yet, she fell and she fell deep. At the end of it all, he would walk away unscathed and she would be torn to shreds.

She had had to accept that all along she had only been Miss All-Right-For-Now on his terms—not a woman he was likely to stay with, just one more in a long line.