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CHAPTER 13

A new rumor of the French transfer student hooking up with Ved Simha in the men’s shower room spread like wildfire.

Along with jealous and lustful stares, some of the students stared at her in awe.

“Ved never hooks up with a single girl. He always does threesomes. How did she manage to seduce him?”

“She must really have a special technique.”

She didn’t care about people’s opinion and could easily brush them away. But what remained stuck in her mind was thoughts of her enemy. Ved Simha.

She couldn’t get the naked image of him out of her mind. She was shocked that she felt something other than cold disgust when it came to things related to sex or desire.

No! I don’t desire him.

But the restless heat she felt during night when her skin was covered with goosebumps, recalling Ved’s naked body and his heated stare, disturbed her peace of mind.

It wasn’t just her thoughts her enemy invaded. He also invaded her personal space.

She was at the cafeteria to grab lunch. As soon as her enemy saw her, he left this group and followed her into the food section. She felt every bit of awareness as he stood close to her.

“French cuisine once again?” his deep voice asked mockingly. “Aren’t you rather bored? You need to try new things. Live a little, Sam.”

She ignored him and placed her order for a French baguette sandwich.

“I hope you are going to be busy this weekend,” he continued. “Busy with packing your four suitcases and arranging travel back to Paris.”

She ignored him again.

A couple of minutes later, her made-to-order sandwich was placed artistically into a rectangular box next to a boxed salad and her water bottle. But before she could place them into a carryout paper bag, her enemy got them.

He took out her sandwich and took a generous bite.

“Hmm… not bad at all,” he said with a smirk, flashing his dimples. “Let me know if you need help to pack or arrange for travel.”

With that, he walked away with her sandwich

Despite herself, a spike of anger shot through her. But sucking in a deep breath and controlling herself, she placed her order again. When her sandwich was ready, she thanked the chef before picking up her tray.

She knew the park bench where she sat during lunch would not be available anymore. So, she had to walk into the cafeteria to pick an empty table. She was walking through an aisle when she tripped over a leg. She thought she would go crashing, but her fall broke when she fell into someone’s lap.

She didn’t have to know whose lap it was as soon as the familiar scent of citrusy cologne filled her senses. As she tried to straighten, she felt the hard muscles of her enemy’s chest vibrate with the deep sound of his chuckle.

“Sweetheart, you were good,” her enemy said in a deliberately loud voice. “But not that good. I think once was enough. Don’t be so desperate.”

There was laughter and hooting from the students.

Her eyes met with her enemy’s. He returned her look, not bothering to hide his hatred towards her. “Time is ticking, Sam,” he said in a soft, threatening tone. “Get out of Simha before the going gets even more rough.”

She got up and gathered her sandwich and salad box which had fallen on the table. Placing them on her tray along with the water bottle, she continued walking towards the back of the cafeteria.

It was only when she sat to eat that cold anger erupted inside her. She had enough.

She was going to ignore her enemy, but he kept on pushing her. She wasn’t a pushover. Far from it. If Ved Simha wants a war, she would give him a war.

CHAPTER 14

“Oh Ved,” a sultry voice spoke from next to him.

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