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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

Darkness. Pain. Confusion. These are the sensations that swirl around me as I slowly regain consciousness. My mind is a fog, memories fragmented, pieces of a puzzle that refuse to come together. I struggle to make sense of my surroundings, to piece together what's happened.

I try to move and sit up, but a searing pain radiates through my body, a sharp reminder that something is wrong. The effort sends a jolt of agony through me, and I grit my teeth, my vision swimming. I'm lying on the floor, every inch of my body protesting any movement.

My thoughts are muddled, and I can't seem to grasp any coherent memory. All I know is that I was shot, and the pain that courses through me is a testament to that fact. The darkness around me is oppressive, a weight that presses down, making it hard to think and hard to breathe.

Shot