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Corn salad here! All stories are 'one shots' so you can start and end anywhere, anytime. Please keep in mind that english is not my first language yet I tried my best to portray the stories in the best way possible.

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One Shot Stories

A fleeting whisper, a moment's grace,

A world unfolds in a borrowed space.

A heart laid bare in a single breath,

A life once lived, from birth to death.

No second chances, no slow unwind,

A twist of fate, a spark confined.

A glance, a tear, a truth revealed,

A wound reopened, a scar unsealed.

In shadows deep or sunlit skies,

A story blooms, then swiftly flies.

A stolen kiss, a battle won,

A journey ends as it's begun.

A brush with love, a ghost of pain,

A memory haunts, and fades again.

One shot to tell what hearts can't say—

A world in moments, then slips away.

A stranger’s smile, a promise lost,

A line once crossed at a heavy cost.

A letter found, a secret kept,

A dream that woke while others slept.

The echo lingers when words depart,

A single beat from a restless heart.

A twist of fate, a door left wide,

A chance not taken, a truth denied.

A fleeting touch, a choice unmade,

A love that bloomed but couldn’t stay.

Yet in that breath, a life can turn—

A fire sparked, a soul can burn.

For every ending, a tale untold,

A moment brief, but rich and bold.

One shot to capture, one chance to see—

A universe held in a memory.

A sigh at dusk, a cry at dawn,

A battle fought, then swiftly gone.

A whispered wish on borrowed time,

A fleeting verse in a perfect rhyme.

A door swings shut, a chapter fades,

Yet echoes dance in twilight shades.

A smile lingers where tears once fell,

A secret only the stars could tell.

A glance can wound, a word can heal,

A truth disguised in what we feel.

A lifetime pressed in a single frame,

A spark of joy, a hint of flame.

Yet in one shot, the world can bend—

A heart can break, a soul can mend.

For stories live where moments meet,

In one brief breath, both sour and sweet.

So speak your truth, and take your aim—

For one shot stories still burn like flame.

A shadow passed, a light broke through,

A dream once lost found something new.

A hand reached out, a heart held tight,

A star burned bright in the dead of night.

A fleeting choice, a path unknown,

A soul stands tall though all alone.

A word unspoken, a love unsaid,

A hope still lives where fear once bled.

In fractured time, the echoes stay,

Of lives we touched, then walked away.

A chance once missed, a tear once dried,

A truth still burns where secrets hide.

Yet every glance, each step we take,

Can mend, can break, or hearts remake.

For one shot stories never die—

They linger soft as a lover’s sigh.

So take the risk, let fate unfold—

For every shot is a tale untold.

Synopsis:

Olivia Reed has two natural enemies: Mondays and Theo Carter. Mondays ruin her sleep schedule. Theo ruins everything else.

As a stubborn, sleep-deprived investigative journalist, Olivia has spent the last three years exposing corporate nonsense. Theo, a smug, annoyingly good-looking PR rep for a powerful tech company, has spent those same three years covering corporate nonsense. They’ve clashed more times than Olivia can count, and she has a dedicated "Reasons I Hate Theo Carter" list on her phone (it's very detailed).

But when a scandal forces them to work together for a month—yes, a whole month—Olivia is convinced it will be her personal hell. Theo, on the other hand, sees it as an opportunity to do what he does best: get under Olivia’s skin.

As insults turn into inside jokes and bickering turns into banter, Olivia starts to question everything. Why does Theo make her laugh? Why does he know exactly how she takes her coffee? And most importantly… why is he suddenly so damn kissable?

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Chapter 1: The Smug Face of Evil

Olivia slammed her laptop shut and let out a dramatic groan. “I swear to God, if I have to deal with Theo Carter one more time, I’m going to throw myself into traffic.”

Her best friend, Mia, didn’t even look up from her phone. “You say that every week.”

“Yes, but this time I mean it.”

Right on cue, her email dinged. Subject line: Urgent Meeting – Theo Carter Present.

Olivia stared at the screen in horror. “It’s happening. My villain origin story.”

Thirty minutes later, she stormed into the conference room to find Theo already sitting there, sipping coffee like he belonged in her personal nightmare.

“Reed,” he greeted smoothly. “Your hair’s doing that angry thing again.”

“It’s called volume, Carter,” Olivia snapped. “Not all of us use corporate-approved hair gel.”

He smirked, which was so typical of him. “You’re extra feisty today. What happened? Your espresso machine break?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Oh,” he blinked. “That’s tragic. Do you need a moment of silence?”

“I need you to shut up.”

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Chapter 2: Forced Proximity is a Stupid Trope

Due to a ridiculous twist of fate (or, more accurately, her editor selling her soul), Olivia and Theo were now working together. Same office. Same hours. Same oxygen supply.

“Let’s set some ground rules,” Olivia declared, setting her coffee down like she was about to go to war. “One: No talking unless absolutely necessary.”

Theo nodded seriously. “Understood. Define ‘necessary.’”

She narrowed her eyes. “If someone is on fire, you can speak. Maybe.”

“Reasonable,” Theo said. “But counterpoint: What if you’re on fire? Because let’s be honest, that feels more likely.”

She ignored him. “Two: No unnecessary eye contact.”

Theo immediately locked eyes with her.

She scowled. “You’re breaking rule two.”

“Oh, my apologies.” He dramatically covered his eyes. “I’ll work blindfolded.”

“I hate you.”

“You say that, but your voice sounds kind of affectionate.”

“It’s pure rage.”

“Ah. Easy to confuse.”

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Chapter 3: Betrayal (and Other Inconvenient Feelings)

A week into their forced truce, something horrifying happened.

Theo made Olivia laugh.

Like, really laugh. Not the sarcastic kind. Not the evil “I’m plotting your demise” kind. A real, snort-inducing, stomach-clutching laugh.

And now? She was spiraling.

“I think I’m broken,” she told Mia over the phone that night.

“What did he do?”

“He told a joke.”

“…And?”

“…And it was funny.”

Mia gasped. “You laughed?”

“I choked on my coffee, Mia.”

There was a long pause. “Oh my God. You like him.”

Olivia nearly dropped her phone. “I what? No. No, no, no. That’s not what’s happening.”

“Then what is happening?”

“I’m being hexed,” Olivia whispered. “He’s cursed me with his… stupid face and his dumb smirk and his stupid—ugh, never mind. It’s a nightmare.”

Mia, traitor that she was, just laughed.

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Chapter 4: The Great Espresso Tragedy

One fateful morning, Olivia walked into the office and found Theo standing next to the coffee machine, looking guilty.

She immediately froze. “What did you do?”

Theo winced. “Promise you won’t yell?”

“No.”

“…The coffee machine is broken.”

Silence.

Then—

“YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE TO SOCIETY!”

Theo flinched. “Okay, in my defense, it was an accident—”

Olivia grabbed a stress ball from her desk and chucked it at his head. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“I SAID I’M SORRY!”

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!”

“I’M AWARE.”

“I CAN’T FUNCTION WITHOUT COFFEE, THEO!”

“Neither can I! We’re both suffering!”

She pointed an accusing finger at him. “I knew you were my nemesis for a reason.”

Theo, to her utter shock, looked genuinely remorseful. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Olivia scoffed. “Oh yeah? How?”

The next morning, Theo showed up with two lattes from her favorite café.

And Olivia? She had no idea how to deal with that.

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Chapter 5: The Kiss That Shouldn’t Have Happened (But Totally Did)

It happened on a Friday. They were arguing—because of course they were arguing—when suddenly, Theo stopped mid-sentence and just looked at her.

Not in the usual I’m-about-to-annoy-you way. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just… something different.

“What?” Olivia asked, suddenly aware of how close they were standing.

“You have no idea how much you get under my skin,” Theo muttered.

“Good.”

He huffed a laugh. “Of course you’d say that.”

Then, before she could come up with another snarky reply, he kissed her.

And the worst part?

She kissed him back.

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Epilogue: Enemies? Not So Much Anymore.

Mia stared at them across the café table, horrified. “So let me get this straight—you hated each other, but now you’re dating?”

Olivia and Theo exchanged a look.

Theo smirked. “Define ‘dating.’”

Olivia kicked him under the table. “We’re together, okay? He’s still annoying. I still threaten his life daily. It’s fine.”

Mia shook her head. “You guys have issues.”

Olivia shrugged. “Probably.”

Theo grinned, wrapping an arm around her. “But at least we have coffee again.”

Mia groaned.

Olivia, against all logic, smiled.

"Is nafrat ke safar me muhabbat yoon jaag gayi,

Dushman samjha tha jise, wahi ke khareeb aagayi"

"On the journey of hatred, love bloomed so true,

The one I called my enemy, my heart now belongs to."

From the moment I met Liam, I knew he was someone special. He had this way of looking at me, like I was the only person in the world. It wasn’t just admiration—it was devotion, that settled in his eyes every time he spoke to me.

It started in college, a friendship born out of convenience at first. We were in the same literature class, and he always sat next to me, always saving me a seat. He’d lend me his notes when I missed a lecture, offer me coffee when I looked tired, and listen—really listen—when I talked about things that probably didn’t matter to anyone else.

I knew. I knew how he felt before he ever said it.

It was in the way he laughed at my worst jokes, the way he memorized the way I took my coffee, the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

And I wanted to love him back. God, I wanted to.

But I didn’t.

I loved him, but not in the way he needed me to. Not in the way he deserved.

The confession came on a winter evening, after finals. Snow was falling softly outside the café where we always met, and he was fidgeting with the sleeve of his sweater. His fingers trembled slightly, his eyes flickering with something like hope but also fear.

"I think I'm in love with you," he said, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his gaze. "No, I know I am."

I should have seen it coming. Maybe I did. Maybe I just ignored it because acknowledging it meant hurting him.

"Liam," I started, my chest tightening, "I—"

"You don’t have to say anything," he interrupted quickly, a small, nervous laugh escaping him. "I just needed to tell you. I—I know you might not feel the same way, and that’s okay. I just wanted you to know."

I hated the way his words cracked, the way his fingers clenched into fists on the table. I hated myself for not being able to return what he was offering so freely.

"I love you," I admitted, because it was true in a way. "But not the way you want me to."

I watched his heart break in real-time. It was there in the way his shoulders sagged, in the way he forced a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He nodded, swallowing hard, and for a moment, I wished I could reach inside myself and rearrange my feelings—turn friendship into love, rewrite my heart so that it belonged to him the way his belonged to me.

But love doesn’t work that way.

For weeks after, things were strained. He tried to pretend like everything was the same, but it wasn’t. The seat beside me in class stayed empty more often. Our café meetups became rare. And when we did talk, the easy comfort between us had been replaced by careful words and quiet sadness.

Time passed. We both graduated. He moved away for work, and I stayed behind, chasing my own dreams.

We kept in touch for a while—occasional texts, brief calls—but eventually, even those faded. And I told myself it was for the best. That maybe, somewhere out there, he’d find someone who could love him the way I couldn’t.

Years later, I saw him again.

It was in a ladies clothing store, of all places. He was standing in the aisle, flipping through a magazine, and for a second, I hesitated.

Then he looked up, and his eyes met mine.

And he smiled. A real, genuine smile.

Beside him, a woman appeared, her hand slipping easily into his. She said something to him, and he laughed—light and carefree, the way he used to before I broke his heart.

And just like that, I knew he was okay.

I knew he had moved on.

And as I walked away, I told myself that this was how it was always meant to be.

I was happy for him, yet a piece inside me was broken. It was not love, I was aware, but what was it? I don't know.

A sudden jerk flung me around. It was him, holding my hand, panting as if he ran. A mixture of happiness and fear on his face.

"Hi, I expected you to atleast greet before leaving." He said panting. His hand still holding onto mine.

"Uhm, hi... I didn't wanna disturb your date." I replied, slipping my hand out of his tight grip, reluctantly.

"My date? Oh no, no, you got it wrong. That's my sister. I was just helping her shop, driving through the city. Unpaid chauffeur you know." He laughed, rubbing his neck. I was noticing his every move, he was nervous.

"I'm sorry... I... I thought..." "It's fine, I know we don't look alike. She was picked from the trash can." He raised his eyebrows, signalling towards the bin a little far to our left. I was shocked at his statement, his sense of humor was difficult for me to catch on.

"That.. was a joke. You know the basic siblings joke. Haha" he laughed again, explaining to me as he knew I was slow on catching on.

"Haha, good one." I smiled and fake laughed.

"Are you seeing someone?" His sudden question startled me.

"No," I replied awkwardly.

"Thank God, I'm glad." His smile widened, with relief painted over his face

"Excuse me?" I wasn't expecting that reaction from him.

"Can I ask you out again? I don't mind if you don't love me yet, I will make you. I will do my best, and I am sure I'll succeed. I promise I will make you fall in love with me. And, since you aren't seeing anyone, I guess I still have a chance. Please say yes." He completed the whole confession in one go, making me go speechless.

"But what if..." "Let's not risk our future at the cost of a few 'ifs' and 'buts'. I don't wanna be drowned with regrets again. I'll answer all your 'what ifs' with a better solution each time. Not just with words but actions. If you fear not loving me back, trust me I'll make you. I have already been yours since an eternity, we're already half way through. All I need to do is make you mine. And I'll make it happen for sure. Mark my words." He looked determined. More determined than ever. His voice was confident, words were clear, eyes fixed on mine. And my heart... My heart already ready to take the bait.

I nodded. A smile reflecting his, plastered on my face. And the next moment I was already in his arms.

Love is not always two sided. But you never know unless you give it a chance. 

Har mulaqat me kuch na kuch hamse chura hi leti hai ye,

phir bhi tamanna agli mulaqat ki Teri ankhon se hoti hai

"Everytime we met they stole something from me, yet I await to meet your eyes once again"

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