Drapetomaniac12

Two families. An arranged marriage. 
What could possibly go wrong?

A story filled with love, laughter and lots of embarrassment.
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"You can't find someone so pretty, smart, funny, stubborn, mature, childlike, fearless, shy, insecure, emotional, no bullshit; all at the same time."

"You're like a broken compass. You are either happy or just fucking annoyed with everything. Either way, you don't know exactly how you feel and what you want."

Despite not wanting to get married, when Naira's family insists her to tie the knot, she decides to give Ayan a chance. Cocky, friendly, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trail of secrets that haunt his past and come knocking down his present. Getting kidnapped, temporarily adopting a seven-year-old, attending a marriage, making new friends... Naira does it all. Amid all the chaos, she'll find not only love but also herself.

"Your laugh wrinkles your forehead. It touches my foolish heart."

"You're like a book I keep on reading but can't remember. Every time I read, I find a new section, a new paragraph, a new sentence."

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The characters are both Indian and reside in Delhi as of now.

What a mess

"Your love is the purest kind. It'll never betray me nor will it ever hurt me."

I make the short walk to Dunkin' Donuts, getting myself a box of assorted donuts for Tara. I look down into my purse for a moment, searching for my phone as I'm walking from the shop when I get shoved slightly.

"Shit," I hiss, staring down at my feet, where the donuts lie, all over the concrete. I let out a defeated sigh and bend down to pick up the donuts so that I can throw them in the dustbin but pause when I see a phone lying beside the box.

"Excuse me, wait!" I step forward, calling the man in a denim jacket and baseball cap, who had walked past me earlier, "You dropped your-"

I freeze mid-sentence when the man stops and turns around. My gaze catches the firm jawline and those familiar dark brown eyes, and suddenly I'm fuming. I can't see his eyes under the cap, but I know.

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