Head Over Seductive Heels

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"Don't pretend to understand me, you with all your pretentious snooty sticks up your damned ass. I am me," he jabbed a finger into her chest. "And nothing changes this. I never pretended to be something I'm not. If you want blingy boys with bright futures ahead of them, save it for a future plan but for now, you are mine, and this is us. Nothing changes us."

A second passed before she responded. "I didn't realize there was an us."

"Like I said," he repeated again, just as he eyed her lips. "Don't pretend to be an idiot."

"That's not what--"

She never got to complete that sentence. ❞

Ahalya liked to think she'd seen many bad boys in her day and age, and since her overprotective mother didn't know half of them, there'd never been the forbidden fruit scenario before. She could date whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Well, not whoever. Not until Deep Kankad.

And Deep was so sweet and sinfully beautiful to look at, even if he walked in out of the police station like he owned it. Even if he turned up to class with a dozen stitches on his pale and perfect face.

The rules were a bitch, and this thing about not talking to the outcasts was just... old school. Well, too bad the rest of school didn't think so. Or maybe that was a good thing. No one could be sure, not when there was a Jimmy Choo's loving rebel trying to find herself in the midst of a school feud she did not care for. Not when this badboy was going to win her heart, against all the odds.