"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 groggily opened my eyes to find him missing from my side. Before my mind could imagine the worst, my gaze fell on his shirt that he had pulled through my head while I was almost ready to pass out. 


Immediately a smile formed across my face and I had to bite down on my lips to bury it. Still lying on the bed to my side in his plain black t-shirt which fell just a little above my knees, I picked the neck of his shirt to my nose and inhaled in his sweet scent. 


But my attempts at acting like a creepy pervert were sadly cut short when I heard the door to the washroom open, followed by his footsteps as he strode back into the room. I sat up with the support of heels of my hands to see him turned towards the dressing table cladded in his work clothes; fixing the tie around his neck. 


"Rayyan—are you going somewhere—?" I asked puzzled and immediately his gaze snapped to meet mine in surprise. 


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