Though the title, Sunday
, is not as intuitive, and the book cover screams "just another fluff in the hundreds of bland or overdone pieces of IR fiction", the story itself packs a punch.
It’s a quintessential bad boy-good girl plot, but the couple’s chemistry and their encounters have a bit of potency that’s enough to make you root for them and keep turning the page. The story is so good that I wished for more depth in the author’s written skill to give it appropriate justice.
The heroine is likable, and the bad-boy hero steals the show, making me wish for more instances in which his physique, background, and point of view are given some due time. Yet, what I really liked is when the two are engrossed in each other and their love seems effortless. I wanted more “together” time with them, and though I really appreciated the book length and its happy-for-now ending, I could go for a glimpse of this couple 5-10 years later.