Love it when you hate me
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"I don't know what to do, I just really like you."
He looked unfazed. "You probably just have Stockholm syndrome."
"And what if I don't?"
"Tragic. I'll never like you."
Zara Afzal. The badass, hot Indian who's ready to fight anyone. Daughter of the famous tycoon of her state.
She's always chasing the bad things in life. This time someone else is chasing her instead.
Kidnapped by the mysterious hunk who doesn't reveal his name. He doesn't look familiar. But why does he hold so much hatred for her in his eyes? He shows no mercy. Neither does he show any emotion at all.
Read as she uses her humor and strength to aggrivate the man. Will he eventually cave and show his true personality? Will she?
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