Description
He's rich, famous, and disgustingly handsome. Also allergic to girls. Especially the clingy, squeaky, fainting kind. Too bad I'm not one of them. I accidentally (okay, not accidentally) insulted Zayn Raheja-the country's most loved heartthrob with those cursed heterochromia eyes. The man whose smirk makes fangirls lose brain cells. Zayn Raheja, Superstar. Billionaire. Heartthrob. One smirk from him and girls forget how to breathe. Too bad I've got better things to do-like sleep. But instead of hating me... He's obsessed. Which is ironic. Because I've been ignoring boys since third grade. And I've never met someone who made it so easy. He's cold, rude, and 100% not my type. So, why is he staring at me like I'm the only puzzle he can't solve? Oops. Plot twist: He fell first. And harder. He's used to girls chasing him. I'm used to avoiding trash. So, no thanks. Our first meeting? He blocked the hallway like he owned oxygen. I told him to move. Politely. (Okay, not politely.) Now he can't stop looking at me like I'm a Rubik's cube he can't solve. And I can't stop wondering why this Greek god keeps showing up where I am. I'm not one of his fangirls. I don't faint, I roast. He should've hated me. Instead... He fell. 💌 Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers He Fell First Sarcastic Girl × Cold Boy Fangirls Everywhere Except Her Slow Burn, Fast Roasts Rich × Normal Girl Forced Proximity (Eventually!) Celebrity × Civilian Misunderstandings & Mutual Pining Soft Boy Under Layers of Ice He Fell First (and hates it) Not Like Other Girls (literally doesn't care) Banter-to-Love Rich Famous Boy × Normal Sarcastic Girl "I hate girls" × "Cool, I'm not one of them" Enemies-to-Lovers (but she's not even trying) Fangirl-Proof Heroine Emotionally Constipated Boy Hard. And first.
Prologue - "The encounter"
