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

"You shatter my heart so easily."

"That's because I am your heart."

I wake up very suddenly the next morning. I open my eyes, looking wide-eyed at Ayan's dark brown eyes staring right back at me in the darkness, so close they were almost nose to nose.

"Get away from me!" I yell, scrambling away from him so fast that I almost fall off the bed.

"Finally! I've been trying to wake you up for half an hour now!" Ayan says, and I sit up straight, still breathing faster than usual as my heart rate returns to normal.

"Your- uh..." he trails off and averts his eyes, his face turning slightly pink.

"Uh, wha-oh." My cheeks redden as I pull my top that has ridden past my stomach. I pull the blanket over my shoulders, hiding my body from his view.

"Wait, are you blushing?" I ask, as he goes even pinker and fumbles, "N-no, I'm not."

Opposite Of Bitch