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

"This is the best way to wish you good mornin'," he says, touching our foreheads together as we smile simultaneously at each other.

Sara whispers something in Zubair's ear, and my eyes widen as she steps closer to him to kiss his cheek.

I pinch Rudy's arm in anticipation while my other hand is covering my mouth as I tremble with shock.

At the same time, Zubair moves to look at her and their lips meet. I had to rub my eyes, again and again, to make sure that I was seeing the right thing and that this wasn't just a figment of my imagination. But then again my imagination involves kissing Ayan, not watching Zubair and Sara kiss.

"Holy fuck, Rudy!" I shake him vigorously, causing him to rub his eyes in front of me. "Oh, for fuck's sake, did you have to choose today to be sozzled?!"

I hopelessly turn my eyes away from him and watch as Sara hesitates, placing a hand on Zubair's chest while his arm goes around her wa-

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