Dirty Talk
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If blond hair and blue eyes was the epitome of an All-American girl, then Niki was the epitome of an All-Desi girl. Unlike anyone Ben had ever been with. Brown hair, tanned-- or fair depending on one's own complexion-- dark brown eyes with a permanent sparkle to it, and a constant smirk on pretty pink lips. All of which attracted him to her. Niki was your cliched fugly duckling to swan story. To her, she had done a pretty good job. That is until she re-met Ben at her best friends wedding. From quite a social disaster, he'd climbed the socio-economic ladder high-school and college had offered, with his cheesy pick-up lines and dirty mind, and a certain charm he'd absorbed. All of which made Ben grow on to Niki.
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