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've never been good to you. I keep hurting you, and I'm not perfect by a long shot, but you know what? You're not perfect either. But the things about you that aren't perfect are what I love the most."

I put on a brave face in front of Tara, but once she's gone, I fall on the floor in my room. My arms fall weak by my side and the only thing I can do is cry. There aren't any words that can describe the agony I feel in my chest. I've lost Ayan before I even had him. After mustering up so much courage, I had confessed my feelings to him and it's no use anymore.

There was only one thing I wanted to avoid, what I've tried my best to avoid, but no matter how much you try, love has a way of hurting you.

I roll up in a ball, crying on the floor until my eyes hurt. Why did he have to go? Why did I have to ask him to leave? Why couldn't he have just listened to me? And Tara, oh God, Tara...

L-leave Me Alone