Rani Shah is everything I can't have-too young, too sweet, too innocent. Not to mention, she's my late wife's sister and my son's nanny.
So when she asked me to kiss her, I should have refused.
When she begged me to touch her, I could have turned her down.
When she coaxed me to take the one thing she's never given away-her virginity-a better man would have walked away.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But I didn't.
She should have been living the carefree life of a nineteen-year-old.
She could have avoided all my broken pieces and jagged edges.
She would have been able to save herself before I got a taste.
Should have, could have, would have . . .
But she didn't.
Some love stories are forbidden from the start.
Ours is one of them.