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

"I don't ever want to let you go."

"What the hell is this?! Why did you write this?" I ask, barging into Ayan's room without knocking first.

He's in the middle of changing his clothes; his shirt is past his shoulders, displaying a perfect set of abs, and his jeans are left unbuttoned. My eyes flicker to the waistband of his jeans momentarily, and I gulp before looking away.

As soon as he hears me, he slips his shirt back on and covers his chest with his hands, shrieking loudly, "What the fuck, Naira?! You couldn't have knocked?"

"You care if someone sees you shirtless? Since when?!" I look at him weirdly. He's as shameless as a guy can be.

"That's out of question! You should have knocked before entering. It's basic manners to knock on the door first. Haven't you heard of privacy?" He crosses his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowed in a glare aimed at me.

Follow Your Heart...