They’re tough business. Man-woman relationships, parent-child attachments or simple sibling rivalry, as important and wonderful each of those bonds are to a joyful life, the fact is that they can also be the trigger to our greatest pain—as Krish and Diya, the hero and heroine of my novel, will have the pleasure-pain of experiencing.
There’s another kind of relationship I’ve highlighted in the story—one of the best kinds that exist in the world, IMHO—the bond between BFFs. It’s a bond more delightful than fraught and if done right and smart, one that a woman will never regret. Well, that can be said for any relationship but lets focus on BFFs for this post.
So, Diya and Alisha are literally crib companions. Born only six months apart, they have been neighbors, classmates, partners in pranks and one another’s Voice of Wisdom for all their lives. They are the definition of Sister From Another Mother to each other. I have loved creating and cultivating Dee and Lee-sha’s bestieship in both my novels. They’ve made me laugh. They’ve made me cry. But most of all, they make me value my own bestieships.
Fairytales don’t end with True Love’s Kiss, they begin with one…
Diya Mathur (aka Beauty), celebrated supermodel and Party Princess of India, is adored by everyone. She works hard, plays hard, and has the biggest shoe fetish on the planet. But after she purchases one baby bootie, Diya’s reputation is in ruins. There’s only one place to escape the rumours – Texas, under the protection of her lifelong friend, and secret love, Krish Menon (aka the Beast).
Financial whizz-kid, CFO and entrepreneur, Krish is a brooding workaholic with a charisma that still brings Beauty Mathur to her knees. He has no idea, of course! They’ve shared a bond since childhood – a special friendship that thrives on sparring, teasing and goading – but with Diya back in his life and under his roof, Krish’s latent desire for her explodes. And when he finally admits to the secret that has never allowed him to commit to any woman – especially Diya – everything changes. Krish might finally realise how much he wants his Beauty. But he won’t get her until Diya has tamed her Beast.
Excerpt from Bootie and the Beast:
Desperate for a pep talk and/or a shoulder to cry on, Diya called her BFF. It took several tries for the Wi-Fi to connect via video chat. As it was ten-thirty on a working Friday morning in Mumbai, Lee-sha’s sleepy face and disheveled mass of hair stunned Diya.
“Are you still sleeping?” She blinked at her big-eyed best friend framed inside the tablet.
Lee-sha scowled. Krish and his sister had their scowls and growls down pat—more eccentricities of the distinguished, un-fun-loving Menon gene pool. “Do I look asleep? Would I answer your call if I were? As you can see, I’m sitting…lounging about.”
“In bed?” Diya raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, in bed. Do you have a problem with it?” Lee-sha raised two eyebrows.
“Yes! What is going on with you Menons? Is it the Apocalypse? It must be…it has to be the world ending for you and Krish to both take a day off and…and…and…” Diya threw her hands in the air. “Do nothing!”
“I don’t know about Krish, but I’ve spent V-Day being very productive, if you know what I mean,” said Lee-sha.
The smug tone and wicked expression finally rang a bell in Diya’s jet-lagged brain. She forgot her jealousy over the phantom Aya. Even overlooked the humbling fact that her unromantic best friend had someone to celebrate V-Day with but not her.
“Ooh!” Diya smiled lewdly. “Did you try the moves I told you about? The ones that guarantee a baby boy?” She crossed her fingers the bootie charm was working its magic for her friend—fortified by the positions they’d previously discussed.
“Puh-lease,” scoffed Lee-sha, making a great production of buffing her nails on what looked like Aryan’s shirt. “I invented my own amazing moves guaranteeing a baby girl.”
Diya snorted. The noise at once put Krish back in her head. The image metamorphosed into images of Krish and a lap dancing siren named Aya, performing sexy V-Day moves. OMJeez! This much mental stimulation with nowhere to spew could not be good.
“Hey! Did you know the Beast has no lair?” she asked, grasping at random, inconsequential straws.
“No,” said Lee-sha, looking puzzled. “What do you mean? Where are you staying?”
Diya rubbed her hands together and updated Lee-sha on all that had transpired that day, including her suspicions of a sinister UFO abduction and Alien Krish. By the end of it, they were both howling and hiccupping in laughter. The cat, thoroughly miffed at the ballyhoo disturbing her nap, jumped off the bed and strutted off to a corner with its tail in the air, triggering more hilarity in Diya.
Lee-sha’s humor came under control first. Her eyes moved off-screen and just lit up with what Diya labeled the Love-lust Look. Aryan was in the bedroom, deduced Diya, feeling happier than happy for her friend’s happily-ever-after and morose for her lack of one.
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Falguni Kothari is a non-traditional homemaker who accidently tripped on a misplaced soccer ball and fell down the writer’s rabbit hole. Having no more experience with the whole writing/publishing shebang than being a voracious reader and movie buff, it more than surprised her that she could, in fact, write a full-length novel.
Now, several manuscripts down, when she is not trying to find a way out of her many domestic duties or cajoling her Latin dance coach to compose a rumba on Bollywood music, she is found embroiled in some or other scandal—sorry, creating stories—on her ever-faithful laptop.
She’s authored Bootie and the Beast, It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! and Scrabbulous Impressions, a short story. She rumbas across a whole smorgasbord of Social Media daily and loves to connect with most living things.
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