Thanks for dropping by! Here are six sentences from my novel Blame it on Bollywood. Enjoy!
The brief interview in Hindi ended with Kiera only understanding a few English phrases here and there, and Tariq began to move towards the edge of the platform, preparing no doubt to go into the cinema. Kiera looked around for the policeman who’d been intent on moving her before, and with no sign of him near, she got on her seat, stuck her head out through the sunroof and stamped on the steering wheel, pressing hard on the horn.
She turned to see the copper from earlier running towards her, and she began to drop to her knees in the car, hoping to get into her seat and start the engine before he got to her, when she heard Tariq call her name.
“Tariq!” she screamed as she surged up onto the seat again and saw him looking in her direction, microphone in hand.
The officer decided to start tugging on her ankle just at that moment, and she clutched the edge of the roof to fight him off, her gaze fixed on the smile lighting up Tariq's handsome face. Kiera was so dazzled by him she forgot to hold on...and Tariq began to slide out of view as she fell down, landing on her bottom in the passenger seat of the car.
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