claimed by my senior
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She's a freshman. Sweet, kind... and secretly sassy.
He's her senior. A bad boy. A billionaire. Trouble wrapped in perfection.
Ananya Sharma enters college with dreams in her eyes and determination in her heart. She wants to study, make friends, and keep her life simple. What she doesn't want? To cross paths with Aarav Malhotra-the arrogant, dangerously handsome senior who rules the campus like it belongs to him.
Their first meeting? A disaster.
Her coffee. His shirt. His smirk.
From that moment, war begins.
He teases, she snaps back. He challenges, she refuses to bend. But the more they clash, the more sparks fly. And slowly, hate starts to blur into something else... something far more dangerous than either of them expected.
Because once you get caught in Aarav Malhotra's world, there's no turning back.
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢_
"He's the storm I swore I'd avoid... but storms don't ask before they destroy."
𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷_
"She's tiny, stubborn, and annoyingly impossible to ignore."
𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢_
Love wasn't in the syllabus. But neither was Aarav Malhotra."
𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷_
"She calls me arrogant. I call her mine-even if she doesn't know it yet."
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trope:
enemies to lover
he fell first / she fell harder
touch her and die
Possessive male lead
sassy female lead
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