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'm not at all unhappy by how things turned out at the end of the day," he says, pulling me closer towards him and wrapping his arms around me.

"Uh, why should I come closer?" I ask, pushing my hair away from my face. "Why don't you come close to me instead?"

"You want me to come closer?" Ayan asks, his eyes twinkling as he looks sideways at me. "I don't think you'll be able to handle that, sunflower."

I feel my cheeks redden, but it could be because of the cold, who knows? Ugh, it's definitely because of Ayan.

His laugh fills the silence, warming my heart along the way. "Since you can't handle that, I don't know how to prove that I like you. What's your opinion?"

"My opinion? Nah." I shake my head firmly at him. "If you need to ask me how to prove your feelings to me then there's no point of it all. It's as good as you saying that you don't like me," I shrug in despair.

Promise?