Chapter-2 Rahul, my brother's bestfriend tapped gently on my shoulder. With a glimmer in his eyes, he declared, "Your brother has taught you better. I will be your dance partner."
Chapetr-3 I entered the kitchen to find Aryan already present. To my surprise, he lifted a knife and uttered, "Jaan agar aapko meri jaan leni hai toh isse le lijiye , par kisi aur ladke ke itne karib aake jeete jee hume mat mariye"
("My love, if you want to take my life, then take it with this, but do not let any other man come so close to you that I feel dead while being alive.")
I was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. Suddenly, Ayan's screams reached my ears, compelling me to follow the sound. To my shock, Ayan was on top of Rahul, mercilessly beating him. I urgently grabbed Ayan's hand, desperately trying to stop the fight. But he stubbornly refused, saying, "Chord do mera haath warna maine pakad liya toh kabhi chord nahi paunga."
("Let go of my hand, or else if I hold onto you, I will never be able to let go.")
Chapter-5 Dad's next words doused my hope "No need to be sorry, I am really happy that have grown up now, next month the day you turn 18 I'll get you married. Not with this poor Aryan but with my boss's son,"
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)