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When Ranbir first met Deepika, she lit a fire inside of him.
He hated her. He hated her so much that it hurt him to the core.
He hated her so much that she haunted him, her long brown hair, her indescribable smell, her deep, shining eyes.
He hated her so much that when he closed his own eyes, he could see her irritating smile in his mind.
He hated her.
He loved her.
He hated her as much as he loved her.
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