At an elite university in Bangkok, Dr. Charlotte Austin and Dr. Engfa Waraha are legends in their own right-brilliant, respected, and secretly at war. Charlotte, a polished, British-educated literature professor, and Engfa, the magnetic head of the music department, clash at every faculty meeting, every interdisciplinary project, and especially when their students start comparing them. Their rivalry burns bright-but not brighter than the heat simmering just beneath the surface. When Meena, Charlotte's older sister, transfers into the university and begins dating Aoom, Engfa's fiercely loyal best friend, the walls between personal and professional start to crumble. Jealousy brews. Secrets unravel. And one night, behind a locked office door, everything changes. Enemies to lovers. Professors with grudges. Family entanglements. And after-hours encounters that threaten to ruin everything-or spark something no one can deny.

⚠️ Warning / Disclaimer ⚠️ This story is 18+ rated and contains explicit smut, adult themes, and strong language. It is a fanfiction based on Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin "Englot" written purely for creative and entertainment purposes. The characters, events, and relationships depicted are entirely fictional and bear no relation to the real people. No images, likenesses, or media used belong to us, all rights remain with their respective owners. This story is for fans of Englot love only, not reality. Read at your own discretion. 🌧️💌 Charlotte Austin, 26, is a final-year medical student drowning in sleepless rotations and pressure she can't escape. Hoping for a fresh start, she moves into a quiet riverside house in Bangkok. Engfa Waraha, age 30, but dated five years earlier. (2025) Engfa is a gifted architect who once lived in the same house. Through the mysterious mailbox, she and Charlotte begin exchanging letters across time. What starts as curiosity quickly spirals into something neither of them can deny: late-night confessions, jealous sketches disguised as blueprints, and desires pressed into ink. As their worlds bleed together, jealousy flares, longing sharpens, and the line between past and present grows dangerously thin. What happens when love arrives out of order and the only way to be together is to bend time itself? Where We Begin is a sapphic love story full of yearning, laughter, and irresistible tension, a tale of two women who find each other exactly when they shouldn't, but perhaps exactly when they need to.

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