Zara had often heard that when she fell in love, she’d feel it instantaneously. It’d be sudden and fast, it’d rock her to her core. With one look at him. She’d been in the arms of her husband to be, well hopeful husband to be according to her parents. That was the reason why they’d put this party together, to show Dave Paris’ family that the Malhotra’s were more than what you read in the papers. They weren’t always sparing with the Khan’s, they could do more for their fair Verona than evoke civil wars. So they wanted to marry off their only daughter to the governor’s child to improve their public image. To really give them a one up on their rivals.
But there he was, the most handsome man she’d ever seen. With just a look, she knew that Dave was not for her. With just that look, she wanted to know everything that she could about the man who’d caused her heart to beat as it did and her knees to go as weak as they had. And it appeared as if he’d read her mind as he took a hold of her hand, taking her away from her date- who was being more than entertained by her excessive mother.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Zara said with a small smile, letting him know that she hadn’t at all been that upset. But she didn’t want him to get in trouble. Everyone knew that she was to be attached to Dave. Her eyes took in his features, her hands cupping his face as she just couldn’t not touch him. “Why have I never seen you before?” She asked, her thumbs running down against his cheekbones.