"He drives me mad. I drive him insane. Welcome to Team Hate."🔥 They say there's a thin line between love and hate. For Sarah & Shahmeer? That line is on fire. 🔥 He's the arrogant billionaire who thinks the world bends for him. She's the stubborn girl who refuses to bow. Every glare is a spark ⚡. Every fight is a storm 🌪️. Every word between them drips with venom... and something dangerously close to desire. 👀 She swears she can't stand him. He swears he doesn't need her. So why do their hearts race every time they're in the same room? Why does hate start to feel like heat? And what happens when the games stop feeling like games... and start feeling like everything? Because when Team Hate plays, someone's bound to get burned. 🔥💋 👑💌 This is Team Hate. And sometimes... hate is another word for obsession. #1 on #morallygrey out of 655 stories #2 on #tease out of 1.96k stories #5 on #dramaromance out of 3.75k stories #9 on #team out of 19.3k stories #16 on #humour out of 35k stories #2 on #greyromance #4 on #bestie 🎭 GENRE / SUBGENRE ❤️🔥Romance drama (core) ❤️🔥Contemporary fiction with emotional depth ❤️🔥Romantic suspense / psychological edge ❤️🔥Slow burn but high tension ❤️🔥Character-driven romance ❤️🔥Light humor and fun ❤️ CORE TROPES 💫Enemies to Lovers 💫Forced proximity 💫Forced / arranged marriage 💫Protective / possessive male lead 💫Strong, sassy female lead 💫Banter & pranks 👑 SECONDARY TROPES / ELEMENTS 🔥Jealousy / possessiveness moments 🔥Powerful man, emotional mess 🔥Soft girl, sharp tongue dynamic 🔥Team dynamics 🔥High-stakes emotional tension

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

No year is a perfect year. Some days will be written properly. Some days will be messy. Some days might be missing. This is just a person, going through a year, trying, failing, resting, hoping, and writing when it feels right. If you're here, you're welcome to stay ❤️

They told her marriage was sacred. They told her silence was strength. They told her suffering was survival. But silence sometimes murders you internally. 🌑 It can twist trust into betrayal. It can turn vows into weapons. It can turn love into horror. Behind closed doors, honor becomes a prison.💔 And the life she was told to endure... might be the very thing that destroys her. Not every promise is holy. Not every husband is a protector. And not every wife was born to obey. 🥀

What if the hardest battles we fight are against doubts that were never truly ours? This isn't just a book, instead it's a quiet corner for reflection. A space to talk about the insecurities we carry, the ones that sneak into our hearts through comparison, culture, or the loud voices of social media telling us who to be. Here, we slow down and ask honest questions. Why do we feel "not enough" when standing next to someone else? Why does beauty seem measured by filters, or confidence by validation? And how can we unlearn all of that - gently, but surely? Insecurities and the Soft Art of Being Human is a growing collection of thoughts, reflections, and open conversations. It's not about perfection or pretending to have it all figured out. It's about exploring what it means to live, feel, and heal together. This space isn't about fixing yourself. It's about understanding yourself and realizing you were never broken to begin with. Welcome to a community that celebrates imperfection, courage, and kindness. Let's talk about the soft art of being human.