#3 on 3.3.2018 Omar junaid abdullah The man around whom revolved Aayat's world. She loved him since childhood and he disliked her since forever. Their parents had decided for them to get married long back. For Omar she wasn't his type, she was so desperate and he liked chasing. She was nagging around all the time and she could stoop to any level to grab his attention. For Aayat he was everything she could have asked for. She was too blindly in love with him, so she chose to ignore his rudeness and ruthless behaviour, him treating her like a trash and the list never ends. But off course there is an end to everything. A person can bare only upto a certain level after which things come to an end. It happened with Aayat too when she found him entangled with another lady when he was supposed to be married to her. But there is something wrong with the story. What if the arrogant man she was destined to marry starts falling for her exactly after she finally decides to give up on him and calls of the wedding? What if Omar is finally successful in calling off the wedding only to find out that his heart has flipped and he is in deep trouble? *** "I was asking that what is Aayat doing here with Arham? I.. I mean they are not even engaged. How can she have fun with.. i mean how can she meet him?" She was testing his patience now and Ridah knew it too. "Don't tell me you called me in the middle of nowhere to say this? By the way what's wrong in meeting him?" She asked him. "I.. mm .. thought that it's not permissible in Islam." He sounded dumb to himself too. "Says who? The man who sleeps with women before marriage? Forget it Omar i am being straight forward with you. Why do you care?" She knew she was irritating him. "You don't understand Ridah. She is too naive. I just want to save her. He is going to break her heart. She can easily be fooled." He himself didn't know what he was saying but that was the only excuse he could think of.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)