❝𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮 & 𝗣𝗶𝗵𝘂 𝗞𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶 ❞ She was his best friend's sister-in-law. He was her brother-in-law's best friend. They met, they fought. They talked, they fought. There wasn't a single time they met without ending up fighting with each other. They loved to annoy and irritate each other. And they couldn't tolerate each other's presence for more than five minutes. But then, a situation arose that made them date each other. Sorry-fake date each other. They hated it. They hated each other. But they had to make it look real. And somehow, in all the chaos of pretending to love someone you can barely stand, something began to change... "𝑳𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒂𝒎𝒄𝒉𝒚𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒆. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆! 𝑯𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒆𝒌𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒆!" ----𝑷𝒊𝒉𝒖 𝑲𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊 "𝑾𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒘𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒉 𝒆𝒌𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." ---𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |