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

"He shifts a little, and our eyes meet as he removes a strand of my hair from his face, pushing it behind my ear. He stares at me with parted lips, his eyes moving to my lips. I gulp as his fingers graze slightly over my cheek, causing me to shut my eyes."

Negative thoughts flood into my brain as I wait for him to answer the question I posed to him. What if he says yes? How will I deal with that? T-that'll break me. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him that only. Why did I have to ask him that he hated me?! I'm not prepared for the answer.

I realise then what he must have felt when I said that I hated him that day. I had held him accountable for everything that he had been trying to protect me from. Will he say yes just to hurt me?

No, Ayan will not do that. I'm the one who's petty — who has always been petty.

To my utter surprise, he laughs loudly, "No, Naira. I do not hate you. How do you come up with such things?!"

Pretty Mouth