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 matter how badly a day might go, you always remind me how the next will be better."

The dance floor has been cleared and Emily stands in the middle with her back opposite to us. Sara takes me in the middle of the crowd as I refuse to stand in front. She relents, causing us to stand next to a few of Emily's second cousins, who have their hands raised and are standing on their toes so that they can catch the bouquet. I roll my eyes at them; it takes more than catching a bouquet to get hitched.

Psst, at least first find a guy who is willing to marry you.

Bored with their squeals, I look over my shoulder as I catch Ayan's eye. He winks at me when I scrunch my nose at him, throwing my hands up in the air. He laughs, giving me a thumbs-up before leaning forward in his chair and blowing me a kiss.

The Wedding (III)