"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant, and not said, most of love is lost."
- Khalil Gibran
Speech seems like the most misused gift of God. Everytime we want to share, confess, compliment, comment, we want to wait for the right time. The perfect time, to tell the man in front of you about your irrevocable love for him. Only to realize that the crucial moment, the fleeting rightness of time has already passed. The one time you open your mouth all it leads to is misunderstanding and confusion because you want the other person to know what you want to convey without actually saying it.
His life was perfect. Obidient towards his family, undying love for his brother, popular kid in the university, topper of his batch and most importantly falling in love with the woman of his dreams. They were just a step away from becoming one. He had to convince her parents.
After graduation, he took it as his mission and decided to go to her place, to show her family the kind of man that he is. A man who deserves their daughter, a man who could love their daughter as much as they did. It was during this time that the NEIGHBOR walked in only to mess up his mission, make him wonder what love really is and accept his unrequited feelings for a woman, a woman who is not his girlfriend.
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)