"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

There are moments in a person's life when they know in their gut that their survival depends on immediate action. Their mind is screaming the signals to them. Say for example, when you are crossing the road and a car is speeding towards you. In that obvious moment, the natural reflex would be to step away as quickly as possible. 


However, I was well aware that I fell in to the minor category of population who in that crucial deciding moment, became frozen on their spot. As if, waiting to be run over. 


Such was this situation to me. I was asking to be wrecked. 


Thinking about it now, I might've realised it when I caught the look in his eyes change; when he stalked towards me with the eyes of a predator. Or maybe, even before that, I had unconsciously started to piece together what I desperately wished to conceal. The truth which constantly pricked at my conscience but I pretended it didn't exist. 


ACT-18