It's all about a game. A game between riches, of who's powerful and who's in domination. To conquer, to rule and to control. A game that's going on for years between Vrushti and Ronav. The hatred game.. for years, in grades, ranks, sports, arts and finally, business now. Rivals would not be a suitable word when one competes with full of jealousy and hatred towards the competitor. When things take a turn from hatred to something that's new for both.. something that they never thought would feel for each other, how could they be at ease? __★__ "The fuck are you doing Ronav!" I snapped at him as he held my wrist tightly. "Ohh nothing, really." he was playing it cool and I hated it. "I would never ever play house with someone I hated wholeheartedly since childhood!" My voice was full of venom, which reflected the hatred which was rooted deep in my heart. "If you don't want to do something, I'd glad to make it happen just to see this expression on your pretty little face. The despair.. woah, I love it!" he replied with the same amount of disdain for me. A game of hatred? Bring it on! __★__ Hate game? Or...... If you love enemies to lovers trope, this novel is for you
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