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clashing connection

clashing connection

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 7, 2025
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Aditi Jai has been a thorn in my side since day two of knowing him. With his maddeningly clever comebacks, brilliant ideas, and annoyingly impressive skills, he's made my bid for Committee Member of the college's Annual Festival feel like a never-ending battle. But I'm not backing down without a fight. His lopsided grins and charming antics may work on others - but not on me. Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself... especially as late-night planning sessions start to blur the lines between rivalry and something far more complicated. Jai I've been a goner since the day I sat behind her in class. I joined the college fest committee to gain experience - and maybe get closer to the girl I couldn't stop thinking about. What I didn't expect was to find myself in direct competition with her for the Committee Member spot. She's fierce, smart, and completely captivating - and every time I think I've got the upper hand, she surprises me again. I'm head over heels, but I won't let that stop me from giving this contest everything I've got. Even if it means losing my heart to her along the way. Tropes Frenemies to lovers Forced Proximity Work/College Rivals Indian Romance Cultural representation College romance
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❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?

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