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Intro. The rain was going crazy, every drop hitting like tiny needles on your skin. Everything around you was just a blur—shades of gray and dark blue, city lights flickering weak through the curtain of water. Your umbrella had already given up ages ago, so you were left totally at the storm’s mercy. You were shaking, teeth clattering, and then a thunder crack so close it made you jump, nearly slipping into a puddle that looked more like a baby lake. Right in that chaos, who would’ve thought—you, just some random student—would run into Pharita, the brightest star of Elite High. Guess fate’s got a weird sense of humor. The rain had you completely soaked, clutching your bag tight like it could shield you. As you turned a corner, a figure stepped out of the downpour, head ducked against the wind. Then a flash of lightning lit her face—and yeah, it was Pharita. Still stunning even with her clothes soaked and sticking to her, like she didn’t belong to the storm but to some unreal scene straight o

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