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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

Plan Backfires

"Of course you love me; I'm lovable."

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I look up from my mug of hot chocolate, which is pretty much all whipped cream, when I hear footsteps outside my room. My mom walks into my room, her heels clicking against the tile floor loudly. I shut my laptop while she takes a seat on my bed.

"You have a date at 7, sweetie."

I almost spit out the hot chocolate I'm drinking. "And you're telling me this now?!"

"No," she starts in a calm voice as if she isn't just dropping a bomb on me, "I told you this yesterday..."

"No, you didn't. You didn't tell me when I had to go!"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter," she continues before scrunching up her nose at me. "It's today, so... freshen up?" it comes out more of a question instead of a suggestion. She lifts a strand of my hair, wrinkles her nose and drops it.