17 parts Ongoing MatureAn excerpt:
"Answer my damn question, Apsara." His voice sounded stern and serious.
"Ouch, it hurts again!" Holding her head, she pretended to be acting.
Leaning in, he examined her face. A complex and potent combination of amber, spice, grapefruit, and blonde leather invaded her nose. Damn him, it was addictive as hell. A little cut appeared on her forehead. "I'll fetch you a band-aid."
A not-supposed-to-be-here magazine caught his sight as he reached for his draw. "Fuck."
After his involuntary curse, she shuddered, taking a step back.
As she tried to run for the door, she was caught between two powerful arms. "Where do you think you are going, little tiger?"
Her eyes widened a little, what was that?
She blinked as she was expected to defend herself; not just stand there trembling and to render speechless.
"Care to explain?" Holding the magazine out to her face, he enquired.
When she realised she was in deep shit, she did the only foolish thing that crossed her mind. Closing the gap, she planted a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek, within sniffing distance to his lips. A look of surprise and something sinister brewed in his eyes.
Holy crap.
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For Apsara, who may be a lost soul, it is an uncalled love. An assertive lecturer, Mr. Aditya, slowly peels apart the layers of her smug and wealthy exterior. There is no denying the possibility of love between the two, even though they have hated each other from the very beginning. Additionally, Vivaan, a buddy from her youth, joins the show, bringing in his long buried emotion along the way. A catastrophe is about to explode with love as both the main lead and the villain.
𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜.
