Playboy's Indian Bride

ANJALI

He was my getway to freedom. It didn't matter whether he was a foreigner or a man who wouldn't bat an eye twice on a woman like me.

At the time I didn't care because he was my savior, my anchor in surviving everything ahead but the thing about saviors?

They redefined everything you knew, everything you were and everything you thought you knew especially and most especially when they whispered in your ear and said 'how good you were filthily taking them inside of you'

Was filthily a word? No, but that was Ryder Cervantes for you.

RYDER

Good ole mom prayed every Sunday for her wayward son to find direction and snag a wife.

I snagged a wife alright.

But here was the catch, snagging a wife was easy, letting go of the wife? Not so much. How could I let go though? When she was Teflon balls, beauty, innocence and the object of my feelings all wrapped in five-feet three height.

Mom might as well have joined a convent and prayed in God's name her son wouldn't kill any man who touched Anjali Sharma in the wrong way.

That was Anjali Sharma for you. My weakness.