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She walked up to him, dragging her suitcase behind her. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable, before looking at the suitcase as if it personally offended him.
"So," he drawled, pushing himself off the car. "You really didn't have any other place to stay?"
Sara raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, if I had a choice, I wouldn't be here."
Saurav let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Great. This is going to be fantastic."
He opened the car trunk and tossed her suitcase inside with zero delicacy. Sara sighed, already feeling the tension settling between them.
Six months.
This was going to be long.
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A wedding. A stolen glance. A spark that should have died out.
She fell first....hard. But love has a cruel sense of humor. One confession, one rejection, and that was supposed to be the end of it. Supposed to be.
Now, six months in his house?
That's the universe's way of laughing in her face. As a medical intern, she can handle stress, but nothing could've prepared her for him -the walking, talking headache she once crushed on. Bickering, teasing, a battle of wills- she swears she's over it. Over him. But then why does her heart still race?
He never noticed her before, never cared enough to look twice.
But now? Now she's everywhere -in his house, his space, his head. The girl he barely acknowledged is now the only one who makes his carefully built walls crumble. He never believed in love at first sight.
Too bad fate never asked for his opinion.
One is chaos . The other is control.
One is loud. The other is quiet.
One fell first. The other will fall harder.
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