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HE HAS NO VOICE, NO FACE, NO NAME, NO IDENTITY. BUT HE HAS AN INTENTION. I'm Rivanah Bannerjee, a young and independent girl living alone in Mumbai. My parents love me, my boyfriend adores me, and I have a great job. But here's the thing: my life is in danger. Someone's been following me around, watching my every move, trying to get control over my life. At first I thought it was a silly prank to gain my attention. My roomie suggested he must be a secret admirer. Is he? What he doesn't know is the police have set a trap to nab him. Soon I'll know if it's simply a lover's obsession or there is more to it. BTW, I call him Stranger. From the bestselling author of EX, How About A Sin Tonight?, That Kiss In The Rain, and A Thing Beyond Forever comes a racy tale gravid with emotional twists, relationship quirks, and mind-numbing revelations.

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Publié par	Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Date de parution	15 novembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9788184006674
Langue	English

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NOVONEEL CHAKRABORTY

Marry Me, Stranger
RANDOM HOUSE INDIA
Contents
About the author
Also by the same author
Dedication
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Acknowledgements
Next in the Stranger trilogy
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About the author
Novoneel Chakraborty is the author of four best-selling romantic thriller novels. He works in Indian television and films and lives in Mumbai. You can reach him at:
http://www.facebook.com/officialnbc
Email: novosphere@gmail.com
Also by the same author
How About a Sin Tonight?
Ex
To you the girl living alone in a big city full of strangers.
Prologue
F EBRUARY , 2014
S he shut the elevator gate behind her and took a couple of steps to stand in front of her boyfriend s flat. She took out the duplicate key from her bag and put it inside the keyhole rather swiftly. With two full rotations, the door unlocked.
She was supposed to come two days later but the situation in Kolkata was such that she had to cut her trip short. She would have gone straight to her flat but she didn t want to miss an opportunity to surprise her boyfriend the way he would all the time. In fact, there were times when she would wonder if she deserved the kind of maniacal care her boyfriend showered on her. The extent he went to bring a smile on her face scared her because she knew she was getting used to his attention. She knew well-enough that this getting-used-to is to a relationship what pollution is to air-nothing happens immediately, but when you inhale the polluted air for long, you make yourself vulnerable to sickness. But she also thanked her stars that he happened to her right when she was on the verge of doubting the authenticity of love as a concept and kill something valuable within her forever.
Once inside the flat, she found herself standing in a pool of mess. Typical him! she thought and panned her sight around the room: the ceiling fan was switched on, the windows were open, the old pedestal fan had an underwear on top of it, a chips and biscuit packet was carelessly lying on the mattress, a pair of jeans had been thrown on the television stand while the doors of the almirah were wide open. From somewhere inside the flat the sound of running water was distinctly audible. One by one she sorted the mess. After cleaning up the room, she called him to check his whereabouts.
Hi baby, I ve reached my place, she lied.
Great! I ll come there directly, he said. There was a hunger in his voice that turned her on. As if he would eat her up the moment they met. Not that she would complain.
No sweetheart. I have some work in office. You go to your place. I ll come there.
Aye aye, princess. But don t be late.
I won t.
Ending the phone call, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She then envisioned herself cooking Chinese for him, then dining with him in the soft candlelight that she had brought with herself from Kolkata after which they would...
She opened her eyes and blushed reminiscing about her first orgasm he had introduced her to on her birthday a month ago. She never thought her body was capable of giving her such ridiculously intense pleasures. Until that night, she had never felt so weak and strong at the same time. She smiled to herself imagining his athletic physique-strong broad shoulders, a pronounced worked-out chest, and a narrow waist. He was much taller and broader than her and she always felt safe in his arms. There was a magnetic manliness about him, a smell of sex that he carried which made her seek out lust in the love she had for him. She could respond to her lust with to-the-point-answers whereas love always asked her questions for which there was no specific answer. It was easier to generalize lust than love.
The possibility of a carnal encounter that night made her opt for a Brazilian wax the day before. Her roommate had once told her it would increase her pleasure during foreplay.
She took a shower in his bathroom; it was not the first time she had done so. Applying his used soap made her feel more connected to him. She was in the middle of her shower when she heard her phone ring. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed the phone kept on the cemented pedestal by the bathroom window. It was him. She swiped her thumb on the screen and pressed the speaker button.
Hey, where are you? he asked.
I m going to office. And you?
I m in the middle of something. I ll reach home late. Just wanted to check on you. See you soon sweetheart. Bye.
She ended the call and stepped back into the shower after placing the phone on the pedestal. As the water drops cascaded down her body, washing away the white froth of the soap, she wondered if her boyfriend was trying to outsmart her. Was he going to come home early?
After a prolonged shower, she rummaged through the clothes in her bag and pulled out a yellow tank top and a pair of denim shorts. She prepared some coffee for herself and, relaxing on the bean bag by the window, took leisurely sips while surfing her Facebook newsfeed on her mobile phone. There were a few comments from her friends who wrote saying they loved her new profile picture. She thanked them and logged out. In no time, sleep snatched her from reality.
She woke up late and wasted no time in preparing her boyfriend s favourite cuisine-Chinese. Once the smell started teasing her olfactory senses, she thought of checking on him. The moment she picked up her phone, there was a power cut. That s strange , she thought. It was the first power cut she had encountered in the area. She unlocked her phone quickly and checked the time: 9:05 pm. She was contemplating whether to call her boyfriend or not when she heard the main door unlock.
I was right! He is being smart . She switched the light of her phone off with an amused face. With cat-like alertness, she trotted toward the drawing room. As she stood by the entrance, waiting to pounce on her boyfriend and take him by surprise, she sniffed a certain masculine fragrance approaching her. It came from a cologne- Just Different by Hugo Boss-which her boyfriend always used in abundance. She could smell him close now. She knew if she stretched her hand, she would feel him. And she did exactly that.
Caught you! she said and before she knew it, she was blindfolded with a ribbon. She immediately recollected sharing a similar fantasy with her boyfriend once: making love blindfolded. Was it going to be fulfilled tonight? she wondered and suddenly started craving for a quick communion. She lifted both her hands to feel him but they were grabbed with an empowering strength and handcuffed.
What s this? she said with mixed emotions. In a flash she was lifted up by a strong pair of arms, flipped, and literally thrown on the mattress in the drawing room.
You are really in the mood tonight, aren t you, hon? she said and lifted her leg up, not allowing him to come on top of her immediately. Her feet touched his clean shaven face. He was sweating. She liked it. Slowly she took her feet down to his bare chest. She liked the fact that he was already out of his tee. She hadn t witnessed such aggressive behaviour from him before. He was always powerful but soft with his lovemaking. And the fact that he wasn t talking was making it all the more intense.
A hand grabbed her right leg and moved it away from his chest. Then she felt something like a rope being tied around her calf. It was only when she felt another rope being tied on her left calf that she felt something was wrong. Very wrong . With one strong pull, her legs were parted. She called out her boyfriend s name but there was no response. If he wanted to be rough, he could have told her. She needed it as much as he did. But now he was scaring her more than pleasuring her.
Talk to me dammit! she said, exasperated, only to feel a piece of cloth being stuffed into her mouth. She used all her energy to revolt, to free herself, to plead. In the dark quietude she heard her phone ring. She went numb when she heard the ringtone. It was the customized ringtone she had set only for her boyfriend. He was calling her. Was her boyfriend playing a game with her by calling her from within the room? Or, could it mean the person she was with was not her boyfriend? She felt like her guts were falling out. The phone ring stopped. The nerves on her neck became tense as she started screaming her lungs out but no cry escaped her mouth. She tried to sit up but was again pinned down on the mattress with one push. She felt a cold metal touch her outer thighs. She realized her shorts were being cut into half, probably, by a pair of scissors. She wanted to move her legs but knew she would only injure herself in the process. She remained still, holding her breath, as the scissors slowly cut her tank top open. The next moment her breasts juggled out as her top and bra was taken off with one single pull. Embarrassment clouded her mind. Before she could fidget, she felt the last bit of clothing-her panty-being torn apart. For sometime nothing happened. She prayed hard in her mind it was a nightmare. Why would anyone do this to her? It couldn t be her boyfriend. Or could it still be him? Except for her stark nudity, she was sure of nothing. It was only when her breathing turned back to normal that she felt someone sniffing her face. She could feel his breath-it smelt of mint-but she couldn t do much. The sniffing tickled her and made the hair on her nape stand right up. Then he rubbed the nose on her throat, her nipples, dipped the tip of his nose on her belly button, once, and lastly blew out a gentle breath on her waxed vagina. She knew she was wet and it added to the concoction of arousal, fear, and embarrassment that she found herself in. She felt the palm of his hand cover her vagina. It made her feel warm and acutely aroused. She wanted to draw her leg