"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

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Cindy grew up surrounded by rules. Don't go into the west wing. Don't touch the ledgers. Don't ask what happened the night her sister died. Her family calls it tradition. Cindy calls it superstition dressed up to look respectable. So she chose something simpler: shelving dusty archives at the oldest library in the state, drinking terrible coffee, pretending cold spots and whispered shadows don't mean anything. She made peace with being ordinary. She likes ordinary. But ordinary stops liking her. The milk in her fridge turns into something else. A symbol she's never seen appears everywhere she looks. And the feeling in the back of her neck - the one she's ignored since childhood - finally looks back. Because the shadows aren't stories. And they never stopped watching. Something bound to her bloodline has broken through - ancient, patient, frighteningly beautiful. It knows her family. It knows the night her sister died. It knows exactly why Cindy was born. Not a ghost. Not a man. Something older. And whatever has waited for generations... has finally found her. © All Rights Reserved