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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 let out a frustrated sigh and bury my face in my hands. This morning is a total disaster, and it's only just begun. Once Emery and my sister finally leave, I decide to get up, grateful that my… inconvenience is over. After making my bed, I walk out of my room, trying to put everything that happened behind me.


"Darling, how are you?" my mother asks, gently holding her tea when I get to the kitchen. "Since when do you get up so early on a Saturday?


I've been thinking about the same question myself. When I don't have basketball, I usually catch up on my sleep, but with someone like Waverly, it's a challenge.


That's why I just shrug, kiss my mum on the cheek and begin making eggs to start my day. While cooking, I ask about her work yesterday, and she tells me it was a bit busier than usual—hence the overtime.


As I finish my eggs and sit down to eat, my mother's expression suddenly lights up, and I know what's coming.


Breakfast