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The Breakup Assignment 💫
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  • Reads 2,940
  • Votes 1,498
  • Parts 37
  • Time 7h 29m
Ongoing, First published May 26
2 new parts
❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 ❞

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Zara Mehta believes in love the way people believe in storms-loud, messy, unforgettable.
But when her boyfriend ditches her before the school formal with the words "you're just too much," she's left staring at the wreckage of her heart.

Enter Reyan Shah: childhood enemy, certified genius, professional buzzkill, and the boy who once thought her birthday party was a math quiz. 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦-or maybe just a very cruel teacher-throws them into a project called '𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯'.

Her heartbreak becomes his assignment. His walls? Her favorite thing to break.

What starts as banter sharp enough to scar slowly unravels into stolen confessions, midnight truths, and a love neither of them was supposed to feel. Because sometimes the wrong person has been the right one all along.

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"𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖪𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀." - 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙖

"𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺. 𝖳𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍... 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇." - 𝙍𝙚𝙮𝙖𝙣

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