Fine Lines

"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," I whispered, barely audible.
He grinned, brushing his lips in a feather-light touch against my jaw. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"No," I said, louder this time, and willed my heart to beat slower.
"Say that again," He tells me, kissing the pulse point on my neck.
"No," I breathed out, almost begging him.
I felt him smile against my neck as he pressed another kiss at the base of throat, barely restrained. "One more time."
I pulled his face up to mine, looking him dead in the eyes. "Don't stop."
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Rahul can't believe his oldest sister is getting married to her med school classmate, a man he's never met, and he's not thrilled, for a number of reasons, the biggest one being the groom-to-be's youngest sister, Indu. Indu, who skipped a grade, is at the top of her class, can play the drums and guitar, is the star of her soccer and swim team, is an amazing dancer, and if that wasn't enough, fluent in four languages (and getting there with four others). In short, she drives him crazy. Sure, everyone thinks she's every immigrant's dream child, but only Rahul sees her for what she really is: a jerk.

Indu knows she makes people turn heads, but not always for the best reasons. Despite everything she does to draw attention away from it, it seems like people aren't super into the idea of a teenage girl being 6'3", especially her mother and all the other aunties around her. Not matter how many games she wins, no matter how many perfect scores she brings home, it's never enough to distract her mother from the fact that she's not the daughter she wanted. She puts up with a lot, so when she meets Rahul, she's not about to take crap from someone else, and definitely not from a boy three inches shorter than her.