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The Wrong Wedding

"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. ~~~~~~ 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. *I don't own any rights to the cover picture* (Book Trailer available on YouTube)

Hareem Riaz · Thành thị
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40 Chs

ACT-29

"—if we can get Zaira's testimony that they manipulated her words, then maybe we can get hold of your shares back—Rayyan, are you even listening?" I could hear Ismail's words falling on my ears but my attention was faraway, in the tear filled eyes of Zaira.

"I am not having Zaira make rounds of Courts. I don't want the shares, Ismail. I don't have any need for them. Just clear her name from the fraud case they've framed her for—" I exclaimed in a small and tired voice, while fiddling with the phone in my hands. For a moment the lock screen blinked with her wallpaper, in which she was holding the chocolate icecream cone to her face and I had secretly clicked the picture.

Unknowingly, the corners of my lips lifted ever so slightly in a smile.