The rain poured heavily outside St. Helena University, washing away the scent of another autumn afternoon. But inside the halls, the air burned with tension — especially when Aarav Kapoor entered. His name was whispered like a storm — arrogant, cold, untouchable.
And standing right in his path was Mira Mehra, the only girl who dared to look him in the eyes.
“Move,” Aarav said, his voice sharp.
“Make me,” Mira replied, eyes blazing.
They had been enemies since day one — he, the billionaire’s son who believed money bought respect; she, the scholarship student who believed it didn’t. They hated everything about each other — his arrogance, her defiance. Yet, beneath that fire, something dangerous was waiting to spark.
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It started with an argument over a college project — who would lead, who would follow. Aarav wanted control. Mira wanted freedom. The project turned into a battlefield.
But hatred has strange chemistry. The longer they fought, the closer they got. Every insult burned hotter than it should. Every glance lingered longer than it should.
Late one night, when they stayed back to finish work, power went out. Only candlelight filled the room.
“Scared?” Aarav smirked.
“Of you? Never,” Mira shot back. But her heartbeat betrayed her words.
In the golden flicker, their eyes met — hate and attraction blending into something neither could name.
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Aarav couldn’t understand why she got under his skin.
He’d been with many girls — none made him lose control. But Mira? She challenged him, insulted him, yet cared enough to notice when he didn’t eat lunch.
Mira, on the other hand, hated herself for caring. He was rude, spoiled, everything she despised. And yet, when he smiled — a real one — she forgot why she wanted to stay away.
One evening, she saw him sitting alone by the lake, throwing stones into the water.
“Why do you always act like you hate the world?” she asked softly.
He didn’t look at her. “Because it’s easier than admitting I’m lonely.”
For the first time, she saw the boy behind the armor — broken, bruised, and beautiful.
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Mira discovered the truth: Aarav’s mother had died when he was young, and his father blamed him. That’s why he built walls — to survive the guilt.
But when Mira tried to comfort him, he pushed her away.
“I don’t need your pity,” he shouted.
“It’s not pity, Aarav! It’s love!”
Silence. The word hung between them, heavy and raw.
Aarav looked at her like she’d set fire to his soul.
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Their next meeting was a storm.
He cornered her in the art studio, fury in his eyes.
“Don’t say that word again,” he warned.
“Why? Because you’re afraid to feel something real?” she snapped.
He pulled her close, their breaths clashing.
“I hate you,” he whispered.
“Then prove it,” she said.
And he did — by kissing her with all the hate and passion he’d buried inside. It wasn’t gentle. It was war. But it was real.
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They couldn’t stay away after that.
Every argument ended with a kiss; every kiss started another fight. They were chaos — beautiful, dangerous chaos.
But love born from hate rarely stays calm. Aarav’s father found out about Mira. He humiliated her, calling her “a distraction for his son.”
Mira walked away that night, tears blurring her vision.
She couldn’t fight a world built to break her.
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Aarav changed after she left.
He stopped smiling. Stopped pretending.
He built his own company, away from his father, away from everything. Years passed.
But no matter how much success he had, something was missing — her.
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Five years later, at a charity gala, he saw her again.
Mira — confident, radiant, successful.
She looked at him like a stranger.
“Still hate me?” he asked softly.
“I stopped hating you when I realized I never really did,” she whispered.
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He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“All those years, I thought love made me weak,” he said.
“It doesn’t,” she replied. “It burns, Aarav. It destroys. But it also rebuilds.”
And in that moment, as the world faded behind them, the hate that once separated them turned into something pure, something eternal.
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They built their life from the ashes — two hearts once scarred by hate, now bound by love.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous fire…
is the one that starts with hate and ends in love.
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THE END
💔🔥 A story of hate, love, and everything in between.
