asin_A
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They've been best friends for seven years.
Seven years of finishing each other's sentences, stealing each other's hoodies, laughing off the drunk almost-kisses, and pretending the air didn't crackle every time their skin brushed.
Until the jokes stopped being jokes.
Until the teasing tasted like foreplay.
Until a hand on the waist lingered two seconds too long and neither of them moved away.
Now every stare is obsession in slow motion.
Every touch leaves scorch marks.
Every "just friends" sounds like a lie neither of them believes anymore.
In a world of arranged-marriage pressure, nosy aunties, and family names that must stay spotless, they're the scandal waiting to happen,
the secret everyone already suspects but no one dares say out loud.
Because some fires start with a laugh, burn with a look, and destroy everything when they finally kiss.
A dark, desi, deliciously twisted friends-to-lovers that feels like late-night bike rides, cigarette smoke between mouths, and the moment you realize the person who knows you best is the one who could ruin you worst.
And you'd let them.
Gladly.