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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

Watch Helplessly

"When you scrunch up your nose at me, your eyes squint, and that's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life, sunflower."

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Rudy calls me in the morning to remind me that Tara's flight was leaving soon - not that I needed a reminder. It's all I've been thinking about since last night: how this is possibly the last time I'll be seeing Tara... and maybe Ayan too. Rubbing my sleep-deprived eyes, I get out of bed, brush my teeth and wear a yellow floral dress that has tiny sunflowers printed at the bottom. I have no interest in dressing up when I feel like shit and am likely to cry any second, but just for Tara's happiness, I wear the dress she likes the most.

Tying my hair in a messy ponytail, I slip on my sneakers — which is a major fashion blunder in Tara's eyes — and go and knock at Ansh's door.

"Hey," I say softly, grateful for how he took care of me yesterday. I knock on the door twice before entering inside. "Are you ready?" I ask him.