To every good girl who still waits for her bad boy.
Valletta School Of knowledge is notorious for the fight for hierarchy. Especially amongst the higher ranked families.
So what do the privileged kids who are so used to brushing the chaos under a rug do when the new girl brings a different type of chaos? One that can't be controlled or bought with their precious money.
What of the Serrano Siblings who own the school and the chaos within it?. Alicia Serrano the girl who had it all yet still craved more.
what does a girl like that do when her perfectly crafted plans fall apart with just one girl alone?
What does she do when the bet she made to place the presidents daughter in the palm of her hand backfires?
How will the viper keep playing victim when the facade gets ripped from her?
And what does Axel Serrano do when he loses himself in what was supposed to be another fuck. Another game to compete and win in.
What does the player of the campus who's only purpose is sex, money and drugs do when he finds himself sinking deeper and deeper with every interaction. Every interaction that was planned to make her fall not drown him.
It was just another bet , she was just another girl, right? Lure her in, fuck with her, fuck her then ghost her, simple.
Except it wasn't because with every passing second Axel was losing the plot.
And it would appear so was Isla Belmont. What will come of the girl who knows what she wants and how to gain it when she too forgets what she was supposed to be doing in the nightmare that is VOAK?
I mean new term, fresh start , leave the past where it was and focus on school. That was her plan, the plan Isla is determined to follow.
Nothing would get in the way, nothing can ruin her fresh start,nothing will lead her astray. Right?
Perhaps it's not nothing she should worry about but no one.
Because for Isla the rollercoaster that is VOAK is the turning of her entire life.
"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it."
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Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with.
Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold.
He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was.
And she never asked for anything.
But then he started noticing.
Not her words - her silences.
Not what she wanted - what she gave up.
The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest.
And the girl who never expected anything...
is the reason he's learning how to give everything.
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"Why do you always notice the things I don't say?"
He looked at her for a long second.
"Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more."
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Tropes:
Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her
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