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

"Hotness is not just about looks. It's about personality and sense of humour, too. And, there isn't anyone hotter than my girl."

There's a knock on the door again.

"Naira, it's me. I need my phone back."

"Oh, I don't know any 'me'. The only me I know is me, so whoever you are, leave before you get thrashed by me," my voice gets muffled through the door.

"I just need to speak with you and have my phone back. You can help out a fellow, no?"

"What do you have to say to me?" The curious cat in me makes me crack open the door again, looking at the pair of dark brown eyes staring at me. I frown as I stare at his familiar features, trying to place where I've seen him before I was even kidnapped.

"Firstly hand me my phone," he demands, and I shake my head, about to close the door again when he places his foot in between the door, stopping me. "At least listen to me."

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