Sonali Dev - The Bollywood Bride
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A fresh new voice. --Susan Elizabeth Phillips, New York Times bestselling author
Ria Parkar is Bollywoods favorite Ice Princess--beautiful, poised, and scandal-proof--until one impulsive act threatens to expose her destructive past. Traveling home to Chicago for her cousins wedding offers a chance to diffuse the coming media storm and find solace in family, food, and outsized celebrations that are like one of her vibrant movies come to life. But it also means confronting Vikram Jathar.
Ria and Vikram spent childhood summers together, a world away from Rias exclusive boarding school in Mumbai. Their friendship grew seamlessly into love--until Ria made a shattering decision. As far as Vikram is concerned, Ria sold her soul for stardom and its taken him years to rebuild his life. But beneath his pent-up anger, their bond remains unchanged. And now, among those who know her best, Ria may find the courage to face the secrets shes been guarding for...
Ria Parkar is Bollywoods favorite Ice Princess--beautiful, poised, and scandal-proof--until one impulsive act threatens to expose her destructive past. Traveling home to Chicago for her cousins wedding offers a chance to diffuse the coming media storm and find solace in family, food, and outsized celebrations that are like one of her vibrant movies come to life. But it also means confronting Vikram Jathar.
Ria and Vikram spent childhood summers together, a world away from Rias exclusive boarding school in Mumbai. Their friendship grew seamlessly into love--until Ria made a shattering decision. As far as Vikram is concerned, Ria sold her soul for stardom and its taken him years to rebuild his life. But beneath his pent-up anger, their bond remains unchanged. And now, among those who know her best, Ria may find the courage to face the secrets shes been guarding for...
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Books by Sonali Dev
A Bollywood Affair
The Bollywood Bride
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
THE BOLLYWOOD BRIDE SONALI DEV
KENSINGTON BOOKS
www.kensingtonbooks.com
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
Table of Contents
For Manoj, for seeing me with your heart and for steadfastly holding on to your vision. This is why seven days were enough.
A CKNOWLEDGMENTS
Publishing your book is a journey that culminates with just one name on the cover, making it seem, horribly erroneously, as though it were a solo flight, when really it was a caravana collective of guides and healers, holding your hand through tough landscapes and brutal climbs making sure you reached your destination. Although this is my second book, Vikram and Ria have lived inside my head for a long time and their story was really the first story I started. So this was the story where I most needed my caravan of support and I could never list all the people who helped me nor thank them nearly enough. But heres my feeble attempt anyway.
First, my best friend, Rupali Mehta, for urging me to write what I love and for the many times she had to talk me off a ledge. And for loving and nurturing my books as much as I do. Without you there would be no books.
My earliest beta readersfrom my first writing sister, Sally Marcey, who read a painful first draft years ago and told me she thought Id got it, to my sister-in-law, Kalpana Thatte, who has read every draft since and championed each one with equal enthusiasm. Without your faith Id still be dreaming.
My very first published author friends who made me feel like a real writer and then made time to teach me how to be one. Kristin Daniels, Tracey Devlyn, Adrienne Giordano, Robin Covington, Regina Bryant. Without your generosity Id still be spinning my wheels.
My talented critique partners Robin Kuss, Hanna Martine, Talia Surova, India Powers, Clara Kensie, Savannah Reynard, Cici Edwards, CJ Warrant. Without your eagle eyes and knowledge of craft this would be a very different book.
My writing gurus, whom I unabashedly fangirl, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Nalini Singh, Kristan Higgins, and Courtney Milan, for writing books Ive learned everything I know from and for supporting my debut not just with their amazing blurbs and recommendations, but with personal encouragement that I cherish more than I could ever articulate. Without your example of grace and kindness this would be a very different journey.
My dear therapist friend for sharing her deep and insightful knowledge of trauma and healing. My characters were blessed to have you. Without your facts my fiction would have no anchor. Any errors in authenticity are all my own.
My editor, Martin Biro, for seeing my storys potential and helping unearth it with his trademark kindness; my agent, Claudia Cross, for her wholehearted support from the moment of our first serendipitous meeting; the incredible Vida Engstrand and the wonderful team at Kensington for going above and beyond at every step; and the talented Sam Thatte of Sam Thatte Presentations for producing such a great book video. Without you I cant imagine how I would have navigated any of this.
And finally the people without whom nothing else would matter, my husband and my children, for their pride and love even though the day-to-day pressures of my writing are theirs alone to bear, you are my balance and my reason. And my parents, not just for flying across the globe anytime I need help, but for giving me such vivid living examples of strength of character. Without you I could not write the characters I write.
And of course, to you my dearest readers, my deepest gratitude, you are the destination, the blessing that makes this pilgrimage all the more worth making. Thank you.
Prologue
H ow do you explain losing your words to someone? When its the words that are gone, what would you even use? If Ria could, she would have told them it was like trying to cook without ingredients, paint without color, laugh without air. But there was nothing to tell them with.
Theyd given her paper and a pen. As though it was her voice that was lost and not her words. Theyd given her other things.
A ruler on her knuckles. Talk.
Hours in the punishment room. Talk.
Pills that made her sleep all day. Talk.
Babas tears. Please, beta, why wont you talk?
If she couldve done it, if she could have touched with her tongue all the things the monster had broken inside her when it broke her bones, if she couldve spoken them without screaming so loud they burst Babas eardrums, his tears would have done it. But the thing that took your words in the first place could hardly be what brought them back.
In the end what brought her words back was not being asked.
And him.
The day he arrived at the foreign house, he had grabbed her hand and dragged her off the couch where she wept, unable to stop. Out the door and into the sunshine, he pulled her along as they ran and ran, hand in hand.
Its a magic tree, he shouted, the way people shouted when they ran as fast as they could. Its like a castle, with bridges and towers and a moat.
She sped up, racing him as though she ran across grass in her bare feet every day.
It wasnt a castle at all. Just the biggest, tallest tree shed ever seen.
Ill race you to the top, he said, his hand still in hers.
She snatched it away and flew. Up on the bridge. Branch to branch to branch, rough bark scraping her soles, smooth leaves slapping her cheeks, higher and higher. Her feet clasping, her hands grasping until there was no higher to go. Until sunshine and wind kissed her face and she was all the way at the top of the world where there was no one else but her, and a boy shed never seen before today on the branch below.
Wow! Can you teach me to climb like that? he said, beaming at her with eyes exactly like the kaleidoscope Baba had given her back before her words went. Blue and silver, stars and sparkles. Remnants of bangles and beads, opening and closing and pulling her in. But it was the wonder in his eyes that changed everything.
No one had ever looked at Ria that wayno tentativeness, no pity, no fear. None of the things she sought out in eyes. Nothing that jumped out and demanded words and stole them. Nothing but a spotless invitation letting her in, and it let her out.
Standing up there on the frailest branch at the top of the tree, looking down at the face that would change her life, Rias tears stopped. After a week of leaking down her cheeks incessantly, they dried up just like that. For the first time since Baba had thrust her at the flight attendant and broken into a run without turning around to wave good-bye, her tears were gone.
Who are you? The words slipped out, her first after a year of silence.
Vikram. He said his name like it was a badge of honor. Vikram Jathar. You want to be friends?
Mumbai
Twenty years later
Twenty years later
R ia would have given anything to be left alone, but she knew being left alone was not in a Bollywood stars job description. Not even if you were universally acknowledged as a freakish recluse and rather aptly nicknamed The Ice Princess.
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