Two rivals. One room. And a semester that changes everything. Kayelin Quinn has always outsmarted everyone-except Damian Morris. He's her rival, her nemesis... and now, her unexpected roommate. Winning against him used to be fun. Living with him is an entirely different kind of tension. Between late-night study sessions, sarcastic banter, and the dangerous closeness of shared space, the line between hate and something heartbreakingly real starts to blur. At Montclair University, ambition is everything-but falling for your enemy might just be the biggest risk of all.

It all started with a rumour-the kind that everyone insists is true. Andrea Quinn, a nineteen-year-old college student, has always been surrounded by one rumour everywhere she goes. When she hears whispers that her male friend has feelings for her. It's nothing new to her, but she denies it and convinces herself it's nothing. But what happens when the rumours surrounding them soon start to prove true? They both feel it. They both want it, but neither is willing to risk 15 years of friendship for something unstable. Andrea struggles with her own feelings as she navigates mixed signals and fears losing what she already has. ~~~~~ By the time I slid into the passenger seat of his car, I was buzzing with excitement like a kid who'd just been told they were going to Disneyland. The window was down, the sun was spilling gold onto the dashboard, and Xander looked unfairly good in the driver's seat. The moment he started the engine, I grabbed his hand and plopped it on my lap. He blinked at me. "What are you doing?" "Keeping your hand safe," I said simply, tracing circles on his palm with the tip of my finger. "From what exactly?" "Loneliness." He stiffened but didn't pull away. If anything, his thumb twitched a little, like he wanted to hold back but couldn't. I grinned to myself and started drawing random shapes on his skin: hearts, stars, a very questionable flower. He didn't pull away. In fact, after a few seconds, his thumb brushed against my knuckles. Just barely. But it was enough to make my chest do this stupid warm things that I was going to blame on the sun. Then, without really thinking about it, I laced our fingers together. He cleared his throat. "...Andrea." "Yes?" "You're... dangerous." I grinned wider. "I've been told." I turned to look at him. He was staring ahead, but his jaw was a little tight and his ears had gone pink. Cute. So, so cute.

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti