"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 followed him silently whilst taking in the hustle and bustle of the airport. My gaze kept wandering back to my hand in his grasp as he closely pulled me alongside him. I turned away with a gulp, trying not to think about it because it felt so normal, so easy, so comfortable. I sneaked a glance at him at the check-in, where he was showing my documents to the lady at the counter. 


Why is he like this? Why is he being so caring and protective of me? And so gentle? This isn't what I had in my mind when I married him. I married him, mentally prepared to do everything on my own, without relying on him for anything at all. But here he is, taking care of the smallest of my things, like—like it's completely normal for him to do all this! 


"Zaira." He called out and we went through the check-in procedure. In the midst of it he let go of my hand and I felt the loss, more intensely than I could imagine. 


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