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wow paris..! you starting a new FF..!!

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i think i've heard of this one before...this book....

and on mayur sounds even more interesting..!!

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yes Darcy Maguire is a very well know author,he worte many stories for Mills and Boons and this one,"the wedding expert",is one of them.

ill be updating one chapter everyday...

The Wedding Expert
by Darcy Maguire

Chapter One (1/7)

Mayank paused outside the lavishly decorated shop-front, staring dully at the white lace, the flowers and the embossed stationery. He didn't need this. He was rich, successful, and drove one of the best cars on the road. He clenched his jaw. So why couldn't he find the right words to convince one perfect woman to share her life with him?

He ran a hand through his hair. Why was this relationship stuff so hard? Someone should make it straightforward...write down the criteria and boom, along she comes, ready, willing and perfect.

So he'd mucked up proposing to his last girlfriend, Annie. So he may have mentioned the old ball and chain, and that she'd won ' she'd got him to propose, finally. And that she'd done what no woman out of the dozens he'd dated had done ' she was the death toll to his bachelor days. None of which, he had to admit, went down too well. Which was probably why she'd dumped him and he'd had to find Sheena.

Straight back on the horse was his motto. And Sheena Shergill was the best of the breed. Long legged, smooth skinned, elegant and beautiful. Perfect.

He stared up at the sign. But a proposal planner?

If anyone other than his sister had suggested professional assistance, he would have laughed them out the door, but his sister, Dia, knew him better than anyone. And if she had finally come round to him marrying Sheena by offering this consultation to him ' there was no way he was passing it up. Especially when Dia had set the whole thing up for him. There was nothing for him to do but show up and learn. Easy.

Mayank pushed open the door and strode inside. He'd get this proposal business under control, just like he had everything else in his life under control. It'd be easy. And then he'd have it all ' the perfect career, the perfect portfolio, the perfect woman ' the perfect life.

He shifted uneasily. It was what he wanted. He'd have everything. At least something like what his friends had. What his sister had. To share your life with someone. So he was going about it using his head instead of relying on all that heart nonsense. It didn't mean he was going to end up with anything less'though proposing to Laura had been a mistake.

Sheena and he were on the same wavelength, both looking at life realistically. And there was nothing wrong with it at all. Despite what his sister said. Mayank sighed. Love wasn't all that it was cracked up to be anyhow.

The sensor chimed the wedding march somewhere out back, and a small graying woman appeared at the receptionist desk. "Proposals or weddings?"

Mayank swallowed hard, looking past the trestles, littered with albums, spread wide with lavish photos of weddings. He ignored the lurch deep in his gut. "I have an appointment to see the proposal planner."

"Ah, so you're the mystery man. Go right through."

He followed the hallway to the open doorway.

A woman sat on a cream white lounge nestled to one side of the office. She was leaning over, reaching for something she must have dropped.

He wasn't in the market anymore, but cripes...

Mayank tilted his head. From this angle, the woman had quite a few things going for her. She was lithe and brunette and her short gray skirt afforded him a fine view of her long creamy-smooth legs. The skirt also sat tight enough on her hips to feed his mind as to the curves that lay beneath the clothes.

She turned, and her dark eyes met his with the force of a punch to the stomach. It had been years...but he could never forget. Her name burst from his lips. "Nupur."

She stared up at him, as though she was finding it difficult just to breathe. "Mayank." She shook her head slowly.

The urge to turn on his heel and run was about as strong as his desire to sweep her into his arms and kiss away the years. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and steadied himself, willing his heart to slow. He was older now, much older. There was no way she was going to weave her spell over him now.

Mayank had got over all that love stuff years ago. He wasn't going to fall into it again. Sure, it had been incredible while it lasted, but it hurt like hell to leave it behind. Too much. He straightened. And he wasn't about to go through that again.

He stared at his shoes. This was a surprise and a half...a chance meeting ' he'd only have to keep it together for a few minutes, then he'd escape. No drama, he admonished himself.

"How are you, Nupur?" he asked stiffly, scanning the room and wishing like crazy that the planner would turn up and end this nightmare. He didn't want to be here with her. Okay, his body did, very much. But the rest of him would rather keep the past in the past.

She moved to the edge of her seat but didn't get up. "I'm fine now. Thank you very much. What are you doing here?"

Her voice was still as whisper soft and gentle as he remembered, but her dark eyes stabbed into his very soul.... He tossed some words around in his head, but thought better of a clever answer. There was no denying why he was here and there was no reason at all to lie to her or himself. "I'm getting some advice on how to propose."

She arched an eyebrow, shooting him a look of incredulity. "You're proposing to someone?"

"Yes." And for the life of him, he couldn't work out why it didn't feel better saying it. Sheena was his society queen, his logical match. They'd worked it out together ' what they could give each other, how their life would be, where they'd be in five years, ten.... So they didn't exactly love each other, so what? It didn't mean it wouldn't work. "To Sheena Shergill."

"Oh."

"What do you mean oh?" he challenged. Sheena was a fine woman with a reputation and a social standing that no self-respecting businessman would scoff at. She was perfect, from her meticulously styled platinum blond hair to her manicured toenails.

"I mean '" Nupur shifted back on her seat, crossing her arms over her chest, which only served to accentuate her breasts "' I find it surprising that you'd be marrying at all."

Mayank let his gaze slide over her. She'd grown up, all right, in all the right places... "And are you married?"

She set her chin in a stubborn line. "I don't see that's any of your business."

Mayank's blood heated, his mind fighting the idea that another man held her close at night. "Will you answer the damned question?"

She shrugged. "No."

"No, you won't answer my question or no, you're not married?"

"Pick one." She glared at him, raising her chin.

He looked toward the door again, rather than down into her eyes. It was too easy to lose himself in the way her eyes glimmered with yesterday's promises. What was keeping the damned planner! "What are you doing here?"

She took a deep, slow breath. "Mayank. Your appointment is with me. I am the proposal planner."

What twist of fate had Mayank Sharma walking back into her life? She always felt he would, dreamed he would, hoped that he would, so she could tell him exactly where to shove his charm and good looks.

Nupur had almost died on the spot when she saw him. Her heart was still pounding and her body shaking. She would have liked nothing better than to get to her feet and kick the guy out the door...and she would have, if her legs would have held her up.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. He was just as she remembered, as her tortured dreams reminded her often, although his tall frame had filled out ' he wasn't the lanky boy that had swept her off her feet years ago.

He stood frozen to the spot, staring at her as though he couldn't quite pull himself together. Which was strange in itself ' Mayank Sharma could always handle anything that came his way.

Nupur Bushan allowed herself a smile. She could almost feel sorry for Mayank ' almost. But after what he'd done to her... Her belly roiled and her blood fired at the memories. How dare he come anywhere near her after treating her like that!

She took a long slow breath, trying to focus. Be sensible. Mayank wasn't coming back to tramp all over her heart again. He was here for business. Here to win over Sheena Shergill with a captivating proposal of marriage. She swallowed the ache in her chest.

Mayank successfully proposing to Sheena would be a feather in her cap. Her business would boom ' if Mayank shared her name with the men in the socialite circles that Sheena was sure to drag him into. She shook her head. Who was she kidding? He wasn't likely to bring up the fact he'd needed help to propose.

She'd just have to be happy with her fee. Nupur couldn't help but smile. A proposal to a woman like Sheena Shergill was going to cost ' he'd need all the trimmings to impress the likes of her. And there was nothing wrong with that at all ' a girl deserved the most romantic, most memorable proposal for marriage, and she was all for giving her that. Besides, she could do with the cash flow to get her away from her sister's three children, two dogs, two cats and the spare room-slash-cupboard she was staying in and into a place of her own.

She shifted in her seat, vividly aware of the man in front of her. The taste of vindication would be sweet. After all the years of study she'd put in under her mother's cousin, a well-to-do wedding planner in America, she looked forward to using her skills to prove herself to the man who'd caused her to flee Sydney. If only she could just block out that this was Mayank

"You're the proposal planner?" Mayank's dark eyes probed hers. "You're kidding, right?"

"Not kidding at all, but don't be frightened. I don't bite." Not yet, anyway.

He glanced toward the door.

She clenched her fisted hands by her sides. Damn it. There was nothing stopping him walking out the door, and there was no way she could let him, not when the woman he wanted to woo was Sheena Shergill. It was just too good an opportunity to miss.

And besides, there were more subtle ways to avenge oneself. And she owed herself that, after the heartache and pain he'd put her through. She'd deserved a proper goodbye, an explanation, a real dumping ' not the total void he'd left her with.

"I assure you whatever has happened in the past is in the past ' business is business," she stated coolly. "If you want Miss Shergill to have the most impressive, unforgettable proposal ever, you've come to the right place."

Mayank looked back to her, his brow knotted. "I'm sure I can work this out on my own. I really don't need to '" his gaze roamed over her "' see you."

"Really? What did you have in mind?" she asked innocently. "Hopping down on one knee in an up-market French restaurant and popping the question?"

"Sounds good to me." And he smiled.

Her heart lurched. Her blood heated. And every nerve in her body yearned for what she'd once had with him. For his touch, for his kiss, for his love.

She ignored her traitorous body. "Then you'd be wrong. For a woman like Sheena you'd want to impress upon her how special she is, how much she means to you by how you propose." She leaned forward and plucked her contract from the file on the table, breathing deep and slow to dampen his effect on her.

"If she loved me, wouldn't whatever I do be okay?"

His voice slid over her like lotion and it was all she could do to remain cool, calm and composed. "If you loved her, you'd make it everything that she's dreamed it to be...everything Sheena dreams it to be."

She swallowed away the ache in the back of her throat and concentrated on filling out Mayank's name on the form. She slid it toward him, holding out her pen, praying for him to sign it quickly, before she had a chance to ponder on the sanity of working with him.

He reduced the distance between them. "And you can make it that good?"

"Damn right I can," she said with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

He sat down in the chair beside hers and took the pen and his fingers brushed hers, sending a warming shiver racing through her body. Maybe, this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe she should refer him to someone else...maybe she had a tad too much baggage to cope with Mayank on a one-on-one basis.

Nupur pulled her hand back and lay it on her lap, covering it with her other hand. She lifted her chin and met his deep, dark eyes. She wasn't going to blow this chance. No matter what her body remembered of his. This was her independence and her future on the line ' she wasn't going to let a little thing like helping her first love propose to another woman stop her.

The pen hovered over the paper. "I'm a busy man. I really don't have time for this '" he waved a hand in the air "' stuff."

She held her hands together, tightly, blotting out the image of wrapping them around his neck. She straightened. "We can meet whenever is convenient for you," she said softly, clamping down on the urge to add a few colorful phrases. "Wherever is convenient for you."

Mayank signed his name and looked her straight in the eyes. "That suits me fine. How about three p.m. tomorrow afternoon at my office?"

"Fine by me," she replied through gritted teeth. On his turf. She should have expected that. Damn, why hadn't she seen that coming? She'd be traipsing all over the city after him!

A cold knot formed in her belly as the implications of "his office" sank in. There was no way she wanted him to find out about the accident.

She'd won a point by signing him as a client, but was she going to survive the experience and keep the truth from him?


This is one of my favorite short love story.
It is by the author Darcy Maguire.
I adapted it to mjht;because I wanted you guys to enjoy the story with the imagination of characters that are closed to your hearts,such as mayur.
Let me tell you that i can absolutely take NO credit for this story.
It isn't mine! It isn't written by me! Not even a single word.All i did was to change the names of characters.
Hence i would like you to comment on the story ONLY if you wish too.
I will update everyday.
Those who wants pm,do let me know.
I hope you will enjoy this story as much as i do.I personally love it ...

Paris

heya paris sweet heart this is tres interessant please add me to urPM listand update t though I may not be able to comment as sroon as u pm me but i will comment
Lovely part sweetheart KUDOS
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