"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

I felt a weird sense of panic, as I sat in the backseat of the car. I still clearly remembered my last day here, 3 years ago. Because of Dad's job we had moved to Gulf and didn't get a chance to return, until this year. 


'Do I really want to see him again?' I thought with a sigh, resting my head against the window pane. I knew he would be there. He was supposed to be here every summer break. 


Despite all of my brooding, even before I could properly greet everyone, I had went out to look for him. I didn't want to, but when I couldn't seen him in the midst of everyone else, I sneaked out to the one place I hoped to find him. 


But as I stood there, clutching at my knees in attempts to catch my breath, I knew that the pangs in my chest were of disappointment. 


'What did I run here for? So stupid!' I felt a rush of embarrassment at my own simplicity and just when I had turned to leave, I saw him standing there. 


ACT-17