When Dimple Met Rishi (Dimple and Rishi, #1)

by Sandhya Menon

There was something about people who were that secure; they made you feel better about yourself, like they accepted you for everything you were, imperfections and all.

“I thought you were the loveliest bookworm I’d ever seen in my life.”

But that was Rishi . . . he was like a pop song you thought you couldn’t stand, but found yourself humming in the shower anyway.

“Because, Dimple Shah, I am stupidly, idiotically, annoyingly in love with you. You were right about so many things. I was afraid. I was terrified of doing what I wanted and of hurting my parents. I was carrying this huge weight on my shoulders without even realizing it—without even needing to. You’ve made me braver. It’s like you have this paintbrush, dipped in brilliant mauves and teals and golds, and you just totally redid my monochromatic life. I need you; I need your paintbrush.”