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

"Okay?!" I ask with a frown edged on my lips. "No sunflower or baby?"

"We both already know that."

"Well," I say quietly. "My Ayan won't say that. He would call me sunflower irrespective of whether I know or not," I finish, making air quotes.

We're interrupted when mom calls for me downstairs, saying that there's someone at the door. Swallowing the anger and hurt I feel because of Ayan, I walk downstairs to see a lady standing in the hall, her eyes taking in the room around her.

Her face is rounder with slicked cheekbones, her olive skin melding into it, and a sharp, feminine nose. She blinks at me, and her dark eyes are momentarily covered by her long eyelashes. Dressed in a tint coloured kurta, paired with blue denim jeans, she gives me a nervous smile that I anxiously return.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?..." I ask awkwardly, completely sure that I haven't met her in my life.

Divs