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They were two peas in a pod , best friend from the minuet they were born, inseparable but thing ms had begun to change. Ginevra Molly Weasley: was the type of girl to be a bully. A bully who hate everything that wasn't about her, especially if it was about her identical twin sister. But on the other hand ,Georgia Harper Weasley: was nothing like her twin sister, she loved everything about the world and the people who lived in it, she was seen as too soft but most of all Georgia loved her twin sister.

You and your sister hanged out in the capital. You both had a great time with another new experience. It was when you both was supposed to go home and avail a ticket for the ride when you realized that your wallet was gone. Now you don't have any money to go back home and you know that your mother will surely be worried and be angry to the both you. It was getting darker and darker. The people are also getting fewer and fewer until it's just you an your sister left. You saw a high end village just a few walks away and decided to get a help from anyone who lives there. Thankfully a family entering the area of expensive apartments was kind enough to help you. As you and your sister entered the apart ment. You were in awe on how big and expensive looking it was. You also thought tgey were just 4 living in there. The kind parents, their 8 years old daughter and their middle schooler son. You were wrong. SO WRONG. They have another son and you only knew about it when you opened the door of their restroom and saw him with only his trousers on making him topless with wet hair, and looking at you with glaring eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" He muttered. Contains R-18 scenes. Extremely read at your own risk.

"This is wrong," Aditya murmured, stepping back, but his gaze betrayed him. "Then why does it feel so right?" Swetha's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his. He exhaled sharply. "Because some things were never meant to happen." "And what if they were?" she challenged, a quiet fire in her voice. He clenched his jaw, looking away. "Swetha, I am your teacher. You're my student. This-whatever this is-ends here." She smiled sadly, stepping closer. "You can keep saying that. But we both know... we were never meant to follow the rules." A love that defies reason. A bond that was never meant to exist. When fate refuses to listen to rules, will love find a way, or will it be lost in the battle between right and wrong?