★★★TOP 50 WATTPAD ROMANCE NOVEL★★★ He's her English teacher and her priest... what happens when they fall hopelessly in love? A sexy, forbidden, true love romance between an American student and a Catholic priest.

Shreya Kashyap- She is a 21 year old mass communication student. She loves her career line and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She studies in a prestigious college in Mumbai. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her daddy's little girl and the centre of her brothers existence. She has been single is all the 21 years of her existence. Though she has a vast friend circle, her best friend is Anika, who is doing the same course as her's and are in the same college. Kabir Rathore- He is 25 year old CEO of his own company. He has a very powerful aura around him and he loves his family and can do anything for them. He is a man of less words.. He has many acquaintances but one best friend Dhruv Singhania who is the CFO of Kabir's company. He avoids the topic of marriage like plaque, yet women die to be with him because of his sheer good looks and his billionaire status.

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!