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

"I can't stop smiling either. You might just end up getting some extra attention tonight."

"You can either stay in the guest room or Sara's room," Ayan says, grabbing my bag as I accompany him out of the room.

"Just show me to any room!" I say in a haste, eyeing my bottoms with repulsion. "I want to change badly. They are so sticky; my pyjamas are sticking to my body."

"I know, sunflower," Ayan says, leading me upstairs where there are five doors and towards a room at the end of the hall. "You can stay in Sara's room as it's closer to my room. I can visit you at any time."

"As if that was going to stop you from not visiting me," I mutter with a roll of my eyes, making him wink at me.

"She used to stay with you all even though she's your cousin?" I ask, impressed as he unlocks the door to Sara's room.

"Yeah, she stayed with us for a few years when uncle and auntie weren't living here," he says, not giving me more details.

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