Love Unscripted
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Y/N, a quiet yet fiery student, crosses paths with Naseem Shah, a renowned cricketer, in an encounter neither expected. What begins as a clash of egos might just lead to an unforeseen twist in their lives.
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"Jaa raha hun, aap jaisi ladkiyon se baat karne mein hume koi dilchaspi nahi hai," Naseem said, his tone cold and dismissive, his sharp gaze cutting through Y/N like a knife before he turned and strode away.
Y/N's jaw tightened. She had never been one to back down from a challenge. "Haan, toh mujhe bhi aap jaise ladkon se baat karna pasand nahi hai!" she shot back, her voice loud enough to echo in the narrow street.
He paused mid-step, glancing back briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he scoffed and walked on without another word.
Seething, Y/N stormed toward her apartment, her mind racing. Who did he think he was?
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Little did either of them know, fate wasn't quite done with their story yet. Encounters like these don't just end-they unfold.
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