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ððððœð¶ð ð®â¯ðœðð¶ð doesn't lose. Not in class, not in life, and definitely not to anyone-especially not to ððŸððœððŸ ð
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ðð, who lives to break rules, annoy the perfect Akshat, and drive him absolutely insane.
Every time their worlds collide, sparks fly-sometimes literally-and neither can decide if they're furious or... something dangerously closer to obsessed. He's too disciplined to give in, she's too chaotic to care. Yet every stolen glance, every sarcastic retort, every accidental brush of hands drags them deeper into a war neither can win.
ðžððððŸðð ð·ð ðžðœððŸðžð. ð¿ððððð ð·ð ð¶ðžðžðŸð¹ððð. ð¶ðœð¶ðð ð·ð ð¹ððððŸðð.
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