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๐—–๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—ช๐—ก๐—˜๐—— ๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—ฅ๐—ฌ

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๐—–๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—ช๐—ก๐—˜๐—— ๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—ฅ๐—ฌ

ใ€Œ โœฆ ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ-๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ โ€ข ๐—ฆ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป โ€ข ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜…๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† โœฆ ใ€ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ˜… โ‹†ห™ She believes in control. In rankings, routines, and never losing. He believes in nothingโ€” except pushing her limits just to watch her break. Aarvi Mishra has never come second. Not in academics. Not in life. And definitely not to him. Rayn Malik doesnโ€™t competeโ€” he dominates. Calm, unreadableโ€ฆ and far more dangerous than he lets anyone see. What starts as rivalry turns into something far more complicatedโ€” late-night arguments, stolen glances, and a tension neither of them is willing to name. Because this isnโ€™t just about ego anymore. There are things they donโ€™t know. Truths buried deeper than pride, deeper than hatredโ€” something that ties them together in ways they canโ€™t explain. And the closer they getโ€ฆ the harder it becomes to walk away. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ˜… โ‹†ห™ "Youโ€™re impossible," she snapped. "And yet," he stepped closer, voice low, "you still canโ€™t stay away." โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ˜… โ‹†ห™ Some rivalries fade. Some turn into love. And someโ€ฆ were never meant to be either.

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Xevia

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