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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.

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I'm Scared

"You're the only certainty in my life. Please don't go. Please don't leave me... I'll break."

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"Oh, hey, mom, you're back," I say as soon as I enter inside the house. As soon as she sees me, she heads straight towards me, making me falter in my steps. "Uh, I didn't do anything, and I have a jo-"

She grabs my arm and with a serious expression on her face that I never hope to see, she says, "Where were you the whole night?!"

Shocked at the rage in her voice, I stay frozen, willing my mouth to say something but deciding against it, I let Ayan speak for me.

"We were at Sasha's-" Ayan shuts up when mom raises a finger at him.

"You're not my daughter. I did not ask you the question," her shoulders shake with anger as she grits her teeth out at Ayan.

I look at Ayan wide-eyed, and he returns the look.

I gulp; if she's talking to her favourite child like this, then I'm a gone deal.