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 shift a little, and our eyes meet as I remove the lock of her hair away from my face, pushing it behind her ear.

God, she's beautiful. I stare at her with parted lips, my eyes instinctively moving to her lips. Shakily, I raise my hand, running my fingers lightly over her extremely soft cheek, causing her to visibly gulp and shut her eyes."

"Why were you outside my house?" we both ask at the same time before smiling at each other.

"You first," Naira says at the same time I do.

"No, you first!" I exclaim at the same time she does.

"Stop copying me, Ayan!" she grumbles in an irritated voice, her mouth lifting in a frown that makes me want to give her a peck on those lips.

Ahem, I need to stop thinking of forbidden things.

"I'm not copying you, Naira," I say calmly, even though my thoughts are flooded with her. "I'm just asking you to tell me first."

Ayan's POV (Ch. 137)