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.
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.