Rebel Hard (Hard Play #2)(85)

Nayna’s smile was lopsided. “We’ll talk about that later,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Right now the only thing I’m worried about is having an avocado-green background to our wedding photos.” She shuddered. “What’re our chances of convincing your uncle to let us put on a coat of white paint?”

“Nil to zero,” Raj said, silently vowing that he’d find her a better venue.

If he couldn’t give Nayna freedom, at least he’d give her a wedding day filled with happiness.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her next to his heart… and tried to forget his dreams of a Nayna who flew to him on her own wings, without manipulation or coercion or guilt. Just because she wanted to be his wife.



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Needless to say, Nayna’s parents were overjoyed when she and Raj became actively involved in the wedding preparations. Raj’s parents were exactly the same. Rather than being in any way annoyed or angered, Jitesh Sen—still in the hospital—brightened like a light bulb when Raj announced that the golf clubhouse would not do.

Arms folded and voice unbending, Raj said, “Nayna deserves as beautiful a wedding location as her sister.”

Falling in love with him all over again for fighting for her, Nayna was about to say something when Sangeeta Sen broke in. “Raj is right.” A scowl between her brows. “I mean, how will it look for the Sharmas if one daughter gets a fancy wedding in a five-star hotel and the other only gets a golf club? No, no, what were we thinking?”

“Also, the place is like a seventies disco palace,” Aditi put in suddenly, having apparently pulled up the location on her phone and found photos. “Look, Ma.”

Sangeeta Sen blanched at what she saw. “Dhiraj said it was all renovated!”

Aditi’s smile peeked out for the first time since her father’s second operation. “That’s the worst part. This article says it just underwent a million-dollar makeover!” Giggling, she walked over to show her father the pictures.

“Nothing wrong with green and orange,” Jitesh said, his breathing uneven but a smile on his face. “Remember, Geeta, when we went dancing before we found our Raj?”

“Hush, Tesh.” Sangeeta Sen brushed her hand over her husband’s balding head, the love in the simple action bringing tears to Nayna’s eyes. “But this isn’t modern. Raj and Nayna are young, should have a modern place.”

“True, true.” Raj’s father smiled. “Anything you want, beta, beti.” After a sip of juice held out by his wife, he said, “It’s even okay if we have to go out of town for a nice place. It can be one of those location weddings!”

Hauling down Raj by a grip on the front of his shirt once they were out of his father’s room, Nayna kissed him all over his face until his lips finally began to curve. The weight on her heart that had refused to budge for two long days, ever since she’d agreed to marriage—and Raj had gone quiet—finally lifted.

“You’re a wonderful man.” She kissed his cheeks, then his jaw. “Hallelujah for no more avocado green!”

A giggle reached them.

Shifting on her heel, Nayna wrapped an arm around Aditi, who’d been taking photos of them, and said, “Give up the contraband.”

Aditi held the phone out of reach.

Taller than both of them, Raj plucked it out of her grasp, then tapped in her unlock code with big-brother knowledge that had Aditi laughingly protesting her privacy. Nayna was looking at Raj when he saw the first photo, and her stomach, it went into free fall. God, his smile.

No, she wouldn’t regret being Raj’s wife.



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In contrast to both sets of parents, Nayna’s best friend frowned when Nayna told her what was going on. The two of them were sitting on Nayna’s couch, sharing a tub of colorful gumdrop ice cream, both of them in their pj’s. ísa had told her fiancé she was having a girls’ night, and Nayna would’ve done the same with Raj if he hadn’t called her earlier to confess he could feel his body reaching the limit after weeks of stress and low sleep.

Nayna had ordered him to go to bed at once. “I’ll cuddle you later.”

His laughter had curled her toes.

Now ísa said, “You sure, Nayna?”

After digging out another spoonful of ice cream chunky with chewy gumdrops, Nayna pointed it at her friend. “I get to go to bed with Raj every single night. And I get to wake up with his smile every morning.” Her insides went all melty at the thought of it. “I’m sure.”

ísa still looked troubled. “Will it be enough? Being a wife and living a steady, everyday life? I’m a homebody, but you always had other dreams.”

“Yes, it’ll be wonderful,” Nayna said because she would permit nothing else. “As for steady and everyday… there is one thing I’m considering.” She told her friend about her hunger to get involved with a start-up, help it rise.

ísa listened intently, then tapped her lower lip. “I’ve got a possibility for you, but you’d be doing it for no money until the investors sign on—extra work around your actual job.”

“I won’t do anything risky workwise until Raj’s father is better anyway,” Nayna said. “You know how my parents will worry if I give up a stable job. The Sens are the same.” And the last thing she wanted was to create more stress on any level. “So something I can do around my current work would be perfect. What have you got?”