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When Opposites Repel...

LECTURAS 1,364
Votos 183
Partes 77
Hora 7h 28m

LECTURAS 1,364
Votos 183
Partes 77
Hora 7h 28m

bestfriends college family hotheaded muslim stubborn ustaadh

A situation where two completely different people are brought together by fate, you would think the famous 'opposites attract' line would apply to them also. 
But would it???





"You can't go out until we've had this discussion Zayn" I voiced

He glanced at me daringly and stood up leaving me alone in the study

I'd really like to see how he goes out with a busted Tyre

I ran out of the room and got the nails which I had once come across at the store, running to his car, I placed them carefully in front of the tyres, as soon as I was done, I ran back in almost getting caught

Yes I'm a bad person, I know

I sat in the sitting room, waiting for the outcome of my actions and soon enough he came back yelling my name

I don't know where he learnt to yell, I hope I'm not driving him nuts

"Sumayya!" He stopped as he saw me at the sitting room smiling sheepishly

I don't even intend to hide the fact that I damaged his tyres

"Oh how comes you want to talk to me now?" I batted my lashes

"What did you do to my car??"



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