"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 sniffed through tears while watching the screen blink with his contact information. When I called him a few minutes after that, he didn't pick up. 


I can't believe it. Every passing minute of the last week, I've only had thoughts filled with nothing but him. 


What would Rayyan be doing, right now? Is he thinking about me? No, he might be too busy for that. I wonder, what would Rayyan think about this? Will he find it funny? Maybe he'll enjoy this. Maybe he'll laugh at this scene. If he saw me skipping meals, he might scold me in that adorable way which he believes makes him look angry. Is he eating properly? Did he sleep or work throughout the night, again? When would he call me? Did he read my messages? Why is he taking so long to reply? I hope he calls me again, soon. I don't want to miss his call again. I wish he were here right now and I could sleep with his arms wrapped around me. 


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