"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

"—Now we have to listen to these driver maids slander us as well." I paused at the voice, outside the drawing room. My finger hovering over the message screen, as I blankly stared at my phone. 


"They are just servants. This is what they do. You don't need to pay any mind to these small people." Her dad interjected and I looked up from my phone to the door, wondering whether to wait here outside the door or quietly leave from the main door. 


"You think it's just them?! We have become a laughing stock! Our relatives and everyone in our circle are laughing behind our backs! It's all anyone talks about—Hameed and his wife could only manage this for their youngest daughter. Even out of caste is inexcusable—! But here, they got themselves 'angraiz' son-in-law and even that is someone's leftover scraps—" 


I thought, with a small sigh and almost turned to leave, but stopped at the sound of her voice. 


ACT-9