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What a mess

Two families. An arranged marriage. What could possibly go wrong? A story filled with love, laughter and lots of embarrassment. _________________________________________________ "You can't find someone so pretty, smart, funny, stubborn, mature, childlike, fearless, shy, insecure, emotional, no bullshit; all at the same time." "You're like a broken compass. You are either happy or just fucking annoyed with everything. Either way, you don't know exactly how you feel and what you want." Despite not wanting to get married, when Naira's family insists her to tie the knot, she decides to give Ayan a chance. Cocky, friendly, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trail of secrets that haunt his past and come knocking down his present. Getting kidnapped, temporarily adopting a seven-year-old, attending a marriage, making new friends... Naira does it all. Amid all the chaos, she'll find not only love but also herself. "Your laugh wrinkles your forehead. It touches my foolish heart." "You're like a book I keep on reading but can't remember. Every time I read, I find a new section, a new paragraph, a new sentence." _________________________________________________ The characters are both Indian and reside in Delhi as of now.

Drapetomaniac12 · Urban
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149 Chs

Don't Know What's True

"See, that's how we're different. I'm the smile to your frown."

I stare unblinkingly at him, repulsed at his cringe-worthy line. I open my mouth to mutter an 'eww' but thinking against it at the last moment, I leave the room.

...

"So what did you have to talk about?" she asks once we enter her room. "Why have you been crying?" She looks at me softly, removing her earrings and keeping them in her purse in the meantime.

I open my mouth to tell her everything that has happened till now, but she raises a finger, and I immediately shut up.

"Let me bring ice cream. They're the best comfort food!" She beams at me, and I smile back at her as she leaves the room, returning in a few minutes with a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

She hands one to me, and I dig in, moaning about how good it is and how much I've missed it.

"When was the last time you had ice cream?" She asks, laughing along me.