To The Boy I Swore I'd Hate
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To The Boy I Swore I'd Hate
Enemies weren't supposed to make your heart race.
Trisha Sisodia had one rule - never let arrogance go unchallenged. So when Aryan Mehra, the campus' most annoyingly composed and unreadable boy, refused to pick up her pen, it wasn't just about the pen anymore. It was war.
He was cold, distant, infuriatingly calm.
She was stubborn, outspoken, and far too proud to back down.
But somewhere between sarcastic remarks, accidental glances, and moments she swore didn't mean anything... Trisha found herself thinking about him more than she should.
After all, hate was supposed to be simple.
Until it wasn't.
Because maybe-just maybe-the boy she swore she'd hate was the one she was meant to fall for.
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