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

by Sandhya Menon

Your spirits are already friends. That was it, he thought. Even though this was the first day he’d spent any kind of extended time with Dimple, he felt like he already knew her. Like they were continuing a conversation they’d left off.

Ah, I love this so much. I felt like this about my husband when we were first falling in love. Talking to him was so easy; like wearing a warm, worn sweater when the weather is just starting to nip at your nose. At its core, that’s what I think love is: not drama or fireworks, but a gentle, easy slow dance with your beloved. Do you agree?