more-inI read my first real romance novel at the age of 10 or 11. I read till the wee hours of the morning (literally staying up through the night), and was hooked. There is the brooding, volatile hero in the tall, dark, rakishly handsome mode, with a terrible temper and/or loads of baggage. ), it is very hard to be a shrinking, delicate darling waiting for Prince Charming to sweep her up in strong, densely muscled arms. But one thing I learnt is this: cheesy as it sounds, love doesn’t (and shouldn’t ) come in sizes.

Source: The Hindu August 28, 2017 07:20 UTC