"There's no such thing as love. You're mistaking physical attraction for it—" I returned indifferently, still not daring to meet his eyes. Not even, when I felt him inch closer to the exposed side of my nape. His warm breath tickled my bare skin while his hands found mine and intertwined his fingers through mine.

"If that's what I desired, then I would have already devoured every inch of you by now—and there was nothing you could have done to stop me—" He whispered against my neck and before I could protest any further, a sharp pain piercing through the skin of my neck made me gasp.

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What happens when Zaira ends up marrying the ‘wrong’ brother?

When Zaira completed her medical degree, all she hoped and wished for was to be left alone. Needless to say, her parents had tied her with the perfect match, in Harris. A twisted turn of fate, traps her in matrimony with Rayyan. The very person whom she never wished to set eyes upon again, if she could help it; let alone cross paths with, after he betrayed her trust a long time ago.

All isn't what appears, when the two get entangled in a web of deception, weaved from selfishness of people around them. A story about two damaged people and their struggle to fight demons within and beyond. 

And protecting their hearts from the worst of ailments. Love.

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The Wrong Wedding

"Honey, did you sleep alright?" I looked up from my breakfast at Granny's inquiry. She was looking at me with a warm smile, awaiting my response. 


"Yes Granny. I slept like a baby!" I exclaimed with a wide smile and just then Rayyan looked up and gave me a lifeless look. 


Hm? I raised my brows at him, still smiling but he turned away with a soft sigh. 


"Rayyan—why aren't you having anything darling? Are you feeling alright? Should I bring you something else?" Granny turned to him panicked. I eyed the untouched breakfast infront of him and the black coffee in his hand. 


"I am alright, Nans." He smiled and returned slowly. I was still eyeing him skeptically as I cut into my sausage when he said suddenly. 


"Maybe ask the 'baby', though." He added with a teasing grin before glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. I, for one, could only gape at him open mouthed at his childishness. 


ACT-16