"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 couldn't take my eyes off of him. The place where his hand touched my hips was burning and yet somehow, I felt cold shudders running through my entire body. After making me sit on the cold slab he came and stood between my legs. I could only gape at him bewitched, whose face was only inches away from mine. Staring unblinking, into his hazel green eyes that had dilated to a dark shade of green, until he blinked to brush away the hair falling on my face. 


I could hear my heart thumping in my ears as I grasped at his shoulders. His raspy breath caressed my skin while I heaved for breath; wondering if there would ever be enough oxygen to fill my lungs. Just then, his lips closed the distance to mine, only to halt right that moment. His mouth hovering over mine, as if asking for permission. I hadn't anticipated this and yet, I gulped. My lips drawing apart slightly and even before I could close my eyes, my arms had moved up to snake around his neck while his lips had found mine. 


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