The Fire We Call Hate

The Fire We Call Hate

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~The Fire Series #1 Aarav Malhotra~ Age: 24 years Profession: Lawyer (a cold but hot headed person) Hometown: Delhi (raised between old-money South Delhi) Preeti Singh~ Age: 24 years Profession: Lawyer (bubbly but sharp tongued) Hometown: Delhi (One of the biggest Businessmen's daughter) From the first day of school, they were compared-marks on the notice board, ranks announced in class, praises spoken in the same breath. Every time one stood first, the other stood second. Teachers called it "healthy competition," but to them it felt like war. A single lost mark turned into sleepless nights, whispered taunts, and cold stares across the classroom. Group projects became silent battles, debates turned personal, and applause for one sounded like defeat for the other. By graduation, they didn't remember why they started competing-only that the other's success felt like their own failure. And that's how rivals born in classrooms often grow into enemies: not because of hate at first, but because neither ever learned how to lose. Now, both as successful Lawyers work at the same firm...the school rivalry might have ended but work Rivalry is yet to start...will this hatred bloom into something beautiful or something as ugly as sin?
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I was seventeen. . . Seventeen, when I met Atulya Singh. Nineteen, when I became his close mate. Twenty when I was friend-zoned. Twenty-three when he decided to join the same hospital as I. Twenty-four when he decided to date the one girl that I wasn't fond of. Twenty-five, when he told me that he might be falling in love. Twenty-six, when he came with a broken heart. Now, I'm twenty-seven, telling him to fuck off. I was eighteen. . . Eighteen, when she caught my eye. Nineteen, when destiny brought us together. Twenty-one, when I realised my feelings for her. Twenty-four, when I decided to follow her. Twenty-five, when I didn't want to risk anything. Twenty-seven, when she announced her engagement. Now, at twenty-eight, she's telling me to fuck off.

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