"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

It had been a few minutes since he had left for his room. I hadn't still mustered the strength to get up. I didn't mean to cry but his apology took me by surprise and even more than that his last words. 


If I didn't feel overwhelmed by his apology, I would've smacked him for his so called solution. 


He'll move out? Why? How did he even come to that conclusion? Is he an idiot? I don't even know what goes into that gorgeous Man's brain. I am starting to doubt his high IQ. 


But I think, I am just trying to avoid admitting the truth. It's not because he is an idiot—but he is letting me take advantage of him on purpose. Only because to him I— 


No—I don't care what he thinks or feels. That's his mess to deal with. On the other hand this mess of moving out is mine and I have already thought of a solution to that. 


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The next day, I had sent him a message that I'll be waiting for him. Only so that he wouldn't run away to wherever or whoever he goes to, after work. 


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