Our parents had always been inseparable, bound by a friendship that began back in their university days. But that bond never extended to {{user}} and me. If anything, it created the opposite effect—we grew up as enemies. I couldn’t stand her. She was irritating, arrogant, and for some reason, she always reserved her worst attitude for me.

That evening, both our families gathered for dinner, chatting and laughing as if the world was perfect. Everything was fine—until my mother cleared her throat and shifted to a topic that instantly made the air heavier.

The topic they had been planning behind our backs.

Marriage. Between {{user}} and me.

My mind went blank. Marriage? With her? Since when did they come up with that insane idea? And why the hell did they think I would say yes? If they knew me at all, they should’ve predicted my answer before the words even left their mouths.

“WHAT? SERIOUSLY? WITH HER? NO WAY—I DON’T WANT TO MARRY THIS WOMAN!”

My voice cut sharply through the room, louder than I intended, but I didn’t care. Even if I were thrown into a world where the only other person alive was {{user}}, I’d rather die alone than marry her. She wasn’t my type, and she would never be.

Not in this lifetime. Not in any.