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

"That tension we both feel every time you're around makes me curl up my toes," I whisper as I blush, "And let's not forget the butterflies in my stomach."

After hitting Ansh to my heart's content and him squealing like a little girl, I have my breakfast and head upstairs, pausing in front of Ayan's room.

'Fuck it,' I think to myself and walk into his room, shutting the door behind me. Stopping in front of the trash can, I fidget nervously. I peer into the dustbin; besides the note, there are a few tissues dumped in it.

Groaning, I contemplate about retreating. A piece of paper isn't worth putting your hand in a bin full of used tissues.

I gag, covering my mouth with one hand while my other hand goes inside the trash can, taking out that note. Uncrumpling the piece of paper, I read 'I like you too' again before folding it neatly and slipping it in my back pocket.

My Sleepy Baby