Defeating the Heart, Losing to Love

“Pita! She is the most stubborn, headstrong girl I’ve ever cross paths with. She dares to be arrogant, mocking me at every turn, and has humiliated me more times than I can count... Does she really think I’d just let a brat like her get away with this so easily?”





“Devi! He is the most disrespectful old man I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. Arrogant, condescending, torturing me every single second, and picking fights with someone younger... Does he think I’m afraid of him? Think I’ll just bow down and surrender? Not a chance in hell!”





“Is this the exact finger you used to point at my head?” Pita snapped, grabbing his index finger in a vice grip before leaning in and biting down hard.



“Ow! Ow! Let go!” Devi bellowed, struggling to push her head away while trying to yank his hand back. But she refused to budge. She kept her teeth sunk into his flesh until she was thoroughly satisfied. Only when a sudden wave of panic hit her—fearing she might have severed his nerves and crippled his hand for good—did she finally release him, instantly bolting two meters away.



“Remember this: don't go around pointing your finger at people's heads unless you want to end up disabled!” she shouted back at him, before spinning on her heel and running off like the wind, determined to complain to her father first.



“Are you a rabid dog or what?!” Devi cursed. In a single morning, he had already sustained two major injuries from her, not even counting the times she had physically battered him. She really is something else, he thought. Tiny stature, but she had a giant attitude, daring to clash with him relentlessly and leaving him bruised time and time again. There were moments he lost his patience so completely that he came dangerously close to strangling her to death.