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 · 现代言情

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40 Chs

ACT-15

I ran down the short steps of Bristol Magistrate Court with my gown fluttering in air behind me. One hand pressing the phone against my ear, whilst the other holding my wig.

"Blast it!" I swore, pulling the phone away from my face before rushing into my car. Throwing the wig along with my gown on the passenger seat, I pressed on the engine button and pulled the car out of the driveway.

I rushed back to the house, hoping that I was imagining the worst and there would be a very reasonable explanation to why she had sent that message and wasn't picking any of my calls now.

'I'll open the door and she would still be there and greet me like usual.'

But she wasn't.

I felt the worst of my fears confirming, when I opened the door to her room and found the hangers sprawled on her bed. But only one of her bag was missing and she didn't leave the house key either. So, is she going to come back for the rest of her stuff?

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