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The Biggest Tantrum Of My Life.
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Complete, First published Apr 10
Mature
Ayat Jahangir Malik - the apple of her parents' eyes, their only daughter and the most pampered soul in the entire family. With two elder brothers,she's been the center of attention her whole life - doted on by everyone, especially her parents, Jahangir and Tehreem.

But everything changes after her grandfather's passing. His final wish? To see Ayat married to his son's middle child - Asfand Malik.

Asfand is the definition of dependable. The kind of man who believes in quiet gestures and steady hands, not dramatic declarations. Reserved, focused, and a bit too married to his work.

And Ayat? She thrives on affection. If she's talking and you're not looking, she'll stop mid-sentence and pout like a scolded toddler.

So what happens when Mr. "Actions Speak Louder Than Words" is paired with Miss "Why-Aren't-You-Looking-At-Me?"

Let the chaos begin.
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