"Burn Me With Your Hate, Love Me With Your Touch"
They were the storm they warned others about.
Akshara Goenka and Abhimanyu Birla - two names that never belonged in the same sentence without a *fight*, a *glaring match*, or a *cold silence that could freeze a volcano*. Once childhood competitors, now full-grown adults with sharper words, deeper wounds, and undeniable chemistry.
🖤 He's the brooding, arrogant, impossible-to-ignore neurosurgeon with a past he hides behind precision.
🖤 She's the fiercely independent music therapist who speaks in sarcasm and walks like she owns every room she enters.
They hate each other.
They argue in full-volume Hindi-English mashups.
They steal glances when no one's watching.
They end up working *together* on a hospital collaboration neither of them can escape.
And when old secrets, stolen glances, and locked rooms start mixing into the chaos - **hate turns into hunger**.
And what starts with *"Tum jaisi ladkiyon se mujhe nafrat hai"* might just end with *"Main sirf tumse mohabbat karta hoon, aur kissi se nahi."*
This isn't just enemies to lovers.
This is WAR TO WIFEY.
And trust me, someone's going to fall - hard.
Maybe both. 😉
💣 Slow burn
💣 Verbal sparring that feels like foreplay
💣 One bed. One kiss. One unforgettable night.
💣 Dramatic families. Flashback trauma. Emotional punches.
💣 And of course... that one moment where *"I hate you" becomes "Stay."*
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🌶️ **Enemies. Rivals. Lovers. Soulmates.**
They were never meant to love each other.
And yet - they always did.
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