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He was dared to kiss her.
So he did.
She didn't need a dare to slap him.
So she did.
For stealing her first kiss and snatching all her dignity away.
A slap fell like ton of bricks on his bruised ego that wanted nothing but REVENGE at such disrespect.
Nobody ever dared to challange Hayden Burke. So what happens when a mere hijabi girl does that!
He accepts the challange.
He will make sure to turn her life into a living hell.
She will make sure to put him back in his place.
Hayden Burke wants revenge.
Rosie Khan wants to make him pay.
What's even worse is that they are supposed "siblings". None ready to tolerate such disrespect at the association.
"Do you even know who I am?" he growled fixing her with his icy glare.
A rebellious streak emerged inside her brown orbs, clashing against his gray ones,"All I know is that you bark like a mad dog!"
Clouds shifted in those grey eyes disguising the underlying storm,"Sweetheart," he inched closer until he was hovering over her,"this mad dog is gonna make you his little bitch."
What none of them realizes is how these entangled strings bring them closer than their own rebellious heartbeats, challenging their beliefs, religion and the entirety of their souls.
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