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

"Instead of being upset and cribbing about what we don't have, let's be grateful for what we have and hope we can get more in the years to come."

The past week is spent at Emily's place, helping her out with the wedding preparations as much as we can. The same schedule is followed everyday: getting up early; going to school with Tara, being dropped off by Ayan daily against my preference; having lunch at home; helping Tara complete her homework; and then leaving for Emily's place after that, sometimes even staying over. Ansh and I aren't on talking terms, and I talk to Ayan only when it's necessary, pretending as if there's nothing wrong. He has sensed that something is wrong but has given up when he didn't get anything from me.

Girls, Tch