Love like ours

She's the storm he never wanted. He's the challenge she never saw coming.
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Nysa Mittal doesn't invite chaos-it just has a habit of following her around. And moving into the Reddy household? Yeah, that just made things worse.

Vedant Reddy is Mr. Perfect. The golden boy. The one who walks like he owns the place (probably because he does). And he hates her. Too loud, too unpredictable, too... Nysa.

She'd love to stay out of his way, really. But when his friends roll in like a full-blown soap opera and secrets from the past start creeping in, keeping a low profile? Not an option.

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Glimpse

"If I win the bet, you have to go on your knees and say, 'Sorry, your highness,' in front of everyone," Nysa declared, her smirk daring, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Vedant leaned back, arms crossed, completely unfazed. "Sure, Princess."

He wasn't worried.

Because the game had already started, and if there was one thing he knew.....Nysa Mittal played to win, but so did he.