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In the fast-paced college basketball world, Arwan is a beloved player with a sunny disposition, admired by his teammates and friends. But beneath his charismatic exterior lies a haunting past he's desperately trying to bury. Enter Emery, a sharp-tongued biochemistry student and Arwan's little sister's best friend. Emery takes delight in playing cruel pranks on Arwan, pushing him to his limits.

Tired of enduring Emery's twisted games, Arwan decides to fight back, igniting a fierce rivalry between them. However, amidst their ongoing war, something unexpected happens. Arwan and Emery find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, their mutual attraction impossible to ignore. In an attempt to suppress their growing feelings, they agree to a one-night stand, hoping it will alleviate the tension.

But their night together only complicates matters further, as the intense connection between them refuses to fade. Soon, what was meant to be a fleeting encounter evolves into a series of passionate nights they can't resist. As their secret liaison continues, Arwan and Emery struggle to reconcile their desire with their bitter history, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

With each rendezvous, the lines between love and rivalry blur, and they find themselves on a treacherous path, torn between their undeniable chemistry and the lingering pain of their past. Can they overcome their shared history and discover a love that transcends their differences? Or will their tangled relationship lead to heartbreak and further disruption?

Charming Disruption

I open my eyes slowly, shaking off the remnants of sleep. The unfamiliar atmosphere of the room I find myself in becomes clearer as I recall last night and realise that this is one of Tyler's bedrooms. A wave of mixed emotions washes over me, accompanied by a sense of confusion about what happened between Arwan and me last night. I think back to his lips on me and how much I enjoyed it. It was all part of the game, but…


Waking up next to him only accentuates those doubts. I glance over at him, seeing him sound asleep and wearing a peaceful expression, contrasting a little too well with the whirlwind of thoughts running through my head. Part of me wants to wake him up and face the situation head-on, while another tells me to let him rest a little longer. It's too early to do anything, and I need time to work out how to deal with everything that's happened.


It was just an act, after all. None of it was real.


Waking Up