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Seven bestselling authors. Seven incredible second chance romances. One epic anthology.
What would you do for another chance with the one you love?
Something Old, Something New - a unique novella anthology - tries to answer this question with fantastic, different, desi dramas.
Whether it is shapeshifters or shifting interracial relationships, single moms in small towns or rich alpha heroes, friends-to-lovers or passionate ex-husbands; this anthology has something for everyone.
Something Old, Something New explores the many different facets of love, forgiveness, fated mates and more in seven, distinctly Indian tales!
Can they live with the reality of each other, when no other love will do?
Once upon a time, Drs. Vikrant and Anika had their happy ending...until they ruined it with pride, ego, and ambition.
When Vikrant Pandit, GP, left his wife to go back to Aronda, the small town he grew up in, he imagined it was forever.
A year later... he's back. Worse, he needs Anika's help.
Anika Banerjee, MD, was destroyed when Vikrant left. Taking her heart with him. But when he asks her for help, she is unable to deny the only man she's ever loved.
Anika agrees to pretend they’re still married. But living together brings to light bittersweet revelations and red-hot desire.
Can they live with the reality of each other when no other love will do?
“So, tell us about running a hospital for the poor people, yaar?” Dr. Vinod Swamy asked with a snicker.
Anika closed her eyes as she heard her husband’s reluctant laugh. It was low, throaty, entirely too masculine for her peace of mind. It was melting her bitterness and she couldn’t stand it.
“Don’t be silly, Swamy,” Anika said, as she shouldered her way to the forefront of the gaggle of admirers. “Vik isn’t running a charitable hospital. It’s a small clinic in the middle of nowhere. And,” she aimed a nasty, vicious smile at poor Swamy. “I’ve seen the houses in Aronda. None of them are poor, man.”
Swamy smiled uncertainly while an awkward silence reigned around the group.
“Anika, I thought you were in NICU,” Dr. Anu said, finally. “I was just going to text you but you know how bad the network is on the fifth floor.” Anu had tried to mediate between her and Vikrant back when a mediation might have actually worked between them.
“Yep, I know,” Anika said.
She still didn’t look at Vikrant, even though she knew she had his attention. Say what you will but the man was predictable. If she was anywhere in the vicinity he was looking at her. Silent, with intense focus. Too bad that is all he did.
Talking was not his strong suit.
Anika couldn’t believe she’d found his silent, brooding neurosis hot once upon a time. What a silly, immature girl she’d been.
The silence continued for a few more seconds before Dr. Tripathi cleared his throat as his phone beeped. “Hey, look at that. I have a patient to look at. So nice to have you back, Vikrant.” He slapped Vikrant on the shoulder. “We have to hang out outside of this hellhole before you leave again.”
“Sure, Ashok. I’ll text you, okay?”
That was the secret cue for everyone to disperse until it was just Anika and Vikrant at the huge booth. She remained standing and he was sitting.
He looked the absolute same – same scruffy beard, piercing, unreadable eyes. Maybe he’d lost a little bit of weight around the cheeks but the rest of him looked the same. Tall and vital and strong.
She hated him for it.
Finally, Vikrant broke the silence. He leaned back against the booth, resting one long arm on the headrest. “That wasn’t necessary, you know.”
“What wasn’t?” Anika kept her eyes trained on his face, even though she wanted to look at his shoulders. She used to sit there. Right next to him, safe in the circle of his arm. Chipku, he used to call her. Sticky. She’d been so stuck on him.
It was horrifying but tears unexpectedly spurted in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, clenching her fists in an effort to stop them.
“Attacking Swamy and Anu. They were just trying to defuse the situation.”
“The situation being me, right?”
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About the Author:
Aarti V Raman is a hybrid author of more than ten bestselling novels of romantic women’s fiction. She is the co-founder of Desi Readers Adda, India’s first Facebook community by bestselling multi-genre authors for readers to discuss books and reading in a safe, inclusive space.
A former business journalist turned full-time writer, Aarti’s more notable works include Kingdom Come, the Geeks of Caltech series, More Than You Want, The Perfect Fake among others. Aarti is also a columnist, public speaker, and an amateur poet.
Giveaway:
First Prize - A Kindle
Second Prize - 6 Months Kindle Unlimited Subscription
What would you do for another chance with the one you love?
Something Old, Something New - a unique novella anthology - tries to answer this question with fantastic, different, desi dramas.
Whether it is shapeshifters or shifting interracial relationships, single moms in small towns or rich alpha heroes, friends-to-lovers or passionate ex-husbands; this anthology has something for everyone.
Something Old, Something New explores the many different facets of love, forgiveness, fated mates and more in seven, distinctly Indian tales!
No Other Love by Aarti V Raman
Once upon a time, Drs. Vikrant and Anika had their happy ending...until they ruined it with pride, ego, and ambition.
When Vikrant Pandit, GP, left his wife to go back to Aronda, the small town he grew up in, he imagined it was forever.
A year later... he's back. Worse, he needs Anika's help.
Anika Banerjee, MD, was destroyed when Vikrant left. Taking her heart with him. But when he asks her for help, she is unable to deny the only man she's ever loved.
Anika agrees to pretend they’re still married. But living together brings to light bittersweet revelations and red-hot desire.
Can they live with the reality of each other when no other love will do?
Read an Excerpt from 'No Other Love'
“So, tell us about running a hospital for the poor people, yaar?” Dr. Vinod Swamy asked with a snicker.
Anika closed her eyes as she heard her husband’s reluctant laugh. It was low, throaty, entirely too masculine for her peace of mind. It was melting her bitterness and she couldn’t stand it.
“Don’t be silly, Swamy,” Anika said, as she shouldered her way to the forefront of the gaggle of admirers. “Vik isn’t running a charitable hospital. It’s a small clinic in the middle of nowhere. And,” she aimed a nasty, vicious smile at poor Swamy. “I’ve seen the houses in Aronda. None of them are poor, man.”
Swamy smiled uncertainly while an awkward silence reigned around the group.
“Anika, I thought you were in NICU,” Dr. Anu said, finally. “I was just going to text you but you know how bad the network is on the fifth floor.” Anu had tried to mediate between her and Vikrant back when a mediation might have actually worked between them.
“Yep, I know,” Anika said.
She still didn’t look at Vikrant, even though she knew she had his attention. Say what you will but the man was predictable. If she was anywhere in the vicinity he was looking at her. Silent, with intense focus. Too bad that is all he did.
Talking was not his strong suit.
Anika couldn’t believe she’d found his silent, brooding neurosis hot once upon a time. What a silly, immature girl she’d been.
The silence continued for a few more seconds before Dr. Tripathi cleared his throat as his phone beeped. “Hey, look at that. I have a patient to look at. So nice to have you back, Vikrant.” He slapped Vikrant on the shoulder. “We have to hang out outside of this hellhole before you leave again.”
“Sure, Ashok. I’ll text you, okay?”
That was the secret cue for everyone to disperse until it was just Anika and Vikrant at the huge booth. She remained standing and he was sitting.
He looked the absolute same – same scruffy beard, piercing, unreadable eyes. Maybe he’d lost a little bit of weight around the cheeks but the rest of him looked the same. Tall and vital and strong.
She hated him for it.
Finally, Vikrant broke the silence. He leaned back against the booth, resting one long arm on the headrest. “That wasn’t necessary, you know.”
“What wasn’t?” Anika kept her eyes trained on his face, even though she wanted to look at his shoulders. She used to sit there. Right next to him, safe in the circle of his arm. Chipku, he used to call her. Sticky. She’d been so stuck on him.
It was horrifying but tears unexpectedly spurted in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, clenching her fists in an effort to stop them.
“Attacking Swamy and Anu. They were just trying to defuse the situation.”
“The situation being me, right?”
_____________________________________________________
About the Author:
A former business journalist turned full-time writer, Aarti’s more notable works include Kingdom Come, the Geeks of Caltech series, More Than You Want, The Perfect Fake among others. Aarti is also a columnist, public speaker, and an amateur poet.
Giveaway:
First Prize - A Kindle
Second Prize - 6 Months Kindle Unlimited Subscription
