Meher only ever wanted peace. Aryan only ever wanted her attention. Born into wealthy, intertwined families, their lives have always collided in the worst possible ways—braids pulled, patience tested, and boundaries ignored. She insists she can’t stand him. He insists she can’t stay away. Somewhere between stolen moments, jealous glances, and midnight meetings no one is supposed to know about, hate starts looking suspiciously like something else neither of them is ready to name.