iam_arpita111
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He pounded on my silence like it was a door I'd locked on purpose.
"Why weren't you picking up my calls?" Neil hissed, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Answer me, damn it."
I shook him off. "Why do you care? I don't owe you anything. Back off."
"Who are you to me?" he roared and the night held its breath.
"Neil, please," I whispered, heat climbing my throat. "You'll wake everyone. If someone sees you here, I'm finished."
He only chuckled. One tug, and my back hit his chest. His arms caged me, his breath warm at my neck. I wasn't used to being held like that; it felt too close, too dangerous.
"Angel," he murmured, "let me apologize. If you won't listen, I'll shout until every light on this street turns on. Think about your neighbors, what they'll say when they see us like this. You know they live to talk."
I knew it too well. But I also knew myself.
My name is Ayesha Raichand. I'm twenty, loud when it counts and laughing when I can, with a dream sharp enough to cut through the dark: I will be a lawyer, and I will fight for justice. But there's a past I don't speak of, the kind that leaves fingerprints on your future.
Neil Malhotra is twenty-four, all edges and ambition. Arrogant. Stone-hearted. A man who treats love like a game he always wins until he meets the one rule he can't bend.
When our worlds collide, sparks fly, some warm, some scorching. Is there a way to build something real out of our ruin and rage? Or will destiny write us into each other's lives only to tear us out again?
This is our story-messy, magnetic, and impossible to ignore.