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"π΄πππ πππ πππ ππ!"
That was the first thing Zayan Mirza ever said about Inaya Khan.
πππππ πππππ, the golden boy of the family, was calm, composed, and responsible. Skilled enough to land a high-paying job right after graduation, he had his life all planned out. Now that he had graduated and secured a job, the next step was getting married.
All Zayan wanted in life was:
β A successful career.
β A peaceful future.
β A wife who wouldn't give him daily headaches.
Unfortunately, he got Inaya Khan instead.
πππππ ππππ, was the exact opposite: someone who lost her phone five times a week and adopted stray cats as if it were a full-time job. A third-year architecture student with big dreams, a wild and free spirit, she didn't take her responsibilities too seriously, believing she was still young.
And somehow, she was the girl Zayan was supposed to marry.
What started as an arranged marriage soon turned into secret dates, family interference, embarrassing encounters, and a romance neither of them saw coming.
As the wedding day approached, one tiny problem emerged:
"π«πππππ π²πππ πππ?!"