Promise me, no promises?

"We need to team up."

Rayyan cackles "T-team up w-w-w-with you?!"

"We need to team up midget." Sinan repeats as he turns to glare at a laughing Rayyan. "Whether you like it or not."

"What the hell did you just call me?" Rayyan seethes. "Team up? You must be out of your mind."

Sinan nods sternly, "Fine. Right. Have it your way. Let's get married, then what?"

Quiet hit the room. The clock ticking was the sole sound and the atmosphere was restless. Rayyan and Sinan glared at each other disgusted.

Rayyan breaks the silence with a scoff, "No matter what happens, that is definitely not happening."

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A bond that began with hatred, it was definitely hate at first sight. Coincidentally, fate brought them together again and again and well... again.

They loathe each other.
But fate says 'no, not really'.