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

"No, honey. You don't make the rules," I shake my head at him, gesturing towards myself. "I do."

"You do realise that just makes you hotter...?"

"I-" I look at him weirdly, trying to decipher the mystery that Ayan is. "Nevermind."

"W-what's there to talk about?" I ask shyly, willing my voice to be steady as I glance at my folded hands in the lap.

"There's actually a lot to talk about, sunflower," he says, his eyes on the road. His lips curl into a smile when he realises that I'm staring at him.

"So... why'd you do it?" he asks just as I lift my eyes away from his perfect face. I can hear the smirk in his voice. That smirk is mocking me!

"Because..." I answer honestly in a thin voice, "I wanted to?"

It comes out as a question, so I repeat myself, "I kissed your cheek because I felt like it. There's nothing more to it."

Hot Chocolate