About the Book
Intimate Secret romance between a Movie Director and his secret wife who is working as a Touchup girl in his movie. Teaser on their wedding night... He simply moved to the bed and took a seat. Observing her motionless, he inquired, "What's the matter?" She swallowed hard and quivered as she choked out, "This is new to me, sir," Her voice tinged with tears. "What? Are you a virgin?" The question hung heavily in the air, unlike his previous liaisons. She was stunned by his inquiry, her wide-eyed gaze locked on him. When she finally stammered, "Yes...," It was a stark realization that he was unlike anyone she had encountered before. He is a man devoid of tender emotions, unfamiliar with love, yet possessing a PhD in intimacy, hailing from a Western culture, and seemingly indifferent to chastity. He demanded perfection in all things, and when angered, he resorted to physical punishment and harsh words. Paradoxically, he granted women freedom in their attire and personal choices but expected them to adhere to his will, particularly when it came to Pavitra. An enigma, he straddled the line between progressive and conservative, leaving her utterly baffled. "You're quite inexperienced... you're not well-versed in physical relationships, are you?" His words were laced with irritation. She stood in silence, her gaze fixed on him, a fear gnawing at her. "Very well, have you watched adult films? Then simply emulate what they do on screen," He inquired, impatiently. In a rush, she replied, "Oh no, sir." "Good heavens," He sighed wearily. "Well then, what do you know? Must I teach you everything?" His annoyance was palpable. Clueless about how to soothe his temper, she ventured, "If you guide me, I'll learn, sir." "Must you even use formality with me here?" He asked, then added, "Alright, first, remove this saree. I'll teach you regardless." To him, everything appeared perfectly normal, while to her, every aspect seemed obscenely out of place. "Not today, sir," She pleaded. "Then...?" He inquired, his voice tinged with roughness. "Give me two days, sir, and I'll be prepared," She requested, her eyes filled with confusion. He remarked, "What are you getting ready for? It's a minor matter." "Perhaps it's minor for you, sir, but it's significant for me," She retorted. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Isn't madam known for her impeccable manners?" He mocked. In her thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder, 'Why bring this up at an inopportune moment?' A feeling of desperation welled up within her, and she reluctantly uttered, "No, sir." He continued, "You may have been well-behaved thus far, but I can't have it all my way. Sometimes, you have to be a little naughty for a bad boy like me. Do you understand?" He demanded. She had no opportunity to respond other than with a hesitant "Yes." With a hint of satisfaction, he added, "Good." Nervously, she moved closer and took a seat beside him. Staring intently at her, he relented, "Alright, I'll give you two days to prepare. You see, I could force a physical relationship, but I'd rather not. Do you comprehend?"
