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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

When I wake up from sleep, I feel a wave of conflicting emotions wash over me. Confusion, surprise, and a hint of embarrassment swirl together, leaving me wholly disorientated. As I open my eyes, I'm greeted by the realisation that I'm not alone in bed. My hand is gently placed on her hip, and my arm is wrapped around her in an embrace that feels both familiar and foreign.


I hold her so close to me that I almost feel as if I've smothered her, but she proves me wrong when I look down at her bare chest, which rises and falls with her breathing. Without really understanding why, I take the time to scan and contemplate her. She looks so much different when she's asleep than when she's awake. It's as if she's finally lowering her barriers to the point of being laid bare—both metaphorically and literally.


The Next Day