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

"Boy, aren't you just so fucking gorgeous!"

"Naira!" Ayan's mom smiles warmly at me after she's done chiding Ayan for reasons unknown to me yet. Looking warily at her, I part my lips.

"Hello, aunt-Preeti," I correct myself, waving timidly at her when she narrows her eyes pointedly at me. Content with the correction, she walks over and sits down on the bed, patting the place next to her for me to sit.

"Make yourself comfortable, Naira," she speaks as I sit next to her, my eyes meeting Ayan's for a slight second; I wanted to convey all of my questions in that second but couldn't. Ayan's mom asks me a question and I have to, unfortunately, turn away from Ayan.

"How are you, honey? Is everything okay with you? How is your mother doing as well? We haven't been able to talk in a long time," she says, and I nod my head at her.

Don't Hurt My Boy!