Quietly Hers
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Last published Sat, May 30, 2026
Have you ever met someone who annoyed you for no reason?
Someone whose presence alone made you defensive?
What if fate keeps pushing you toward that same person... again and again?
In the middle of college corridors and crowded classrooms, two strong personalities collide. Words are exchanged. Opinions clash. Neither is willing to step back.
But is it really hatred?
or is it curiosity disguised as pride?
How long can two people deny a connection they don't understand?
Sometimes love doesn't begin with a smile.
Sometimes it begins with tension.
And sometimes...
the heart falls before the mind is ready.
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