by Bitsi Shar
“Heard what?” “His sister is missing. She ran away, I believe.”
“What? How? When?”
“I don’t know the details. But she left a note, I hear, blaming her brother for her leaving the house and asking everyone to not look for her.”
“Oh my god.” That was his emergency. His sister left a note. And she blamed him for everything! What the fuck is going on here?
I call him but he doesn’t answer. I haven’t heard from him since our evening. Not a word. No phone call. No letter. No news. No ad. Nothing. Like he had disappeared off the face of the earth like his sister.
August, 1996—Chanakyapuri, Delhi
He has said his goodbye without taking off his helmet. He had appeared out of oblivion to say goodbye. No explanation, no reasons, nothing. I was dying. I see him after days of not hearing from him only to say what seemed like a permanent goodbye. That evening between us was real only by his presence today and was unreal in the way he left without a show of face or a word of explanation. We were undone by some twist of fate . . .
Postscript
August 30, 1998—Austin, Texas.
From: [email protected]
Date: 30 August, 1998, 12:05:34 am CDT
To: [email protected]
Subject: None
Dear Bitsi
How are you? Sorry. I found you online and couldn’t help myself. But as I write, I struggle for words. I write and I delete. This has been happening at least for the past three hours now. I don’t expect you to write back. Hell, I don’t even know what to expect. But if you do write back, and I hope you will, I would sincerely request the opportunity to explain. I am probably on your “to-kill” list. Here is me—giving you the opportunity to do what you need to—kill, maim, obliterate. Anything. Anything you want . . . babe. In bated anticipation. ” Yours—AD.
P.S: ‘Have attached a photo of me. ‘Should explain some things, if not all.
I opened the attachment. It took about twenty seconds for the image to struggle onto the screen.
And then I screamed . . .
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End of The First Time (Part 1: Love in No Time)
You just read “The First Time” (Part I of Love in No Time Series) by first time author, Bitsi Shar
He was her brother’s best friend. She was his next-door neighbor. Neither one was particularly interested in finding an Indian romantic partner.
Yet despite their differences in background, thought, and ambition, they come together in a moment of passion that ultimately sparks a cycle of frenzied desire and ruthless breakups that lasts for years.
Through it all, it is the quiet moments they share together that slowly build the fire that keeps their desire continuously burning. From riding his scooter on a rainy day and picking up pizza on the way home, to dancing at a club and eating cake at her brother’s birthday party, these ordinary events construct an intricate dance that eventually leads to an explosive climax, which will change their lives forever.
Set in Delhi, India, The First Time fans the flames of the city’s heritage of historical love stories with this fresh, fiery, and effervescent romance.
About the author
Bitsi Shar has been an avid and faithful fan of Mills and Boons romances since she was sixteen years old. As her pile of beloved, well-worn books grew, so did her curiosity about what makes a story good. This, and her passion for the city of Delhi, eventually inspired her to write her debut romance novel, The First Time.
Next in the Love in No Time Series: “The Second Time” (set in Dubai, United Arab Emirates; Toronto, Canada; and Austin, Texas (December 2014). Desire, regret, and love build to a meteoric climax that consummates their attraction—and reveals a secret that alters their lives forever!
For your comments, words of encouragement, criticism (gentle, please!), or just a quick chat, please write to Bitsy Shar at [email protected].
Thank you for reading a piece of my heart.
