Drapetomaniac12

Two families. An arranged marriage. 
What could possibly go wrong?

A story filled with love, laughter and lots of embarrassment.
_________________________________________________
"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."

_________________________________________________

The characters are both Indian and reside in Delhi as of now.

What a mess

"His hand reaches for mine, and I hold it tight; his warm skin on my soft skin. I wish this night would never end."

As soon as I'm out of the car, Tara runs off inside, and Ayan stops me by tugging at my hand.

"Can you be ready by 8 tonight? Today's Sasha's birthday, and we all are throwing a surprise party for her at her home."

The reaction is instinctive: I hit him on the head with Tara's bag, which I was holding.

"You couldn't have told me that earlier? Probably a week earlier? I don't have any gift for her!" I exclaim, glaring daggers at him.

It's common sense to inform someone before the party is so that they can plan everything and buy gifts beforehand. But do guys understand this? NO.

"Sunflower, I didn't even remember. I got to know when Emily texted on the group! You can't blame me for not remembering birth dates, I have a poor memory!" He pouts adorably, and half of my anger melts away.

Baseball Bat