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    Maryshh

    Chapter One: Love at First Swipe (Sort Of)

     

    I never believed in love at first sight.

     

    I especially didn’t believe in love at first swipe, considering the only thing I ever got from dating apps were guys who posed with fish, gym mirrors, or worse… their moms.

     

    But then came Him.

     

    Profile name: “HotTeaGuy88”

     

    Bio: “Fluent in sarcasm. Might spill tea. Bring biscuits.”

     

    Against all logic and better judgment, I swiped right.

     

    And to my surprise, he messaged me first:

     

    > HotTeaGuy88: Do you believe in love at first sip, or should I spill it again?

     

     

     

    I laughed. Out loud. In a café. While holding a full cup of hot chocolate.

    The cup went flying. My lap was soaked. The barista gave me side-eye. And that’s how I began my first online conversation—sitting in public with brown stains and dignity gone.

     

    Chapter Two: Latte, Lies, and the Lying Blazer

     

    A week later, I agreed to meet him. We picked a quirky book café called “The Stacked Shelf.” I wore my best blazer, pretending I wasn’t panicking. My best friend texted me mid-walk:

     

    > Bestie: What if he’s a 60-year-old tea smuggler named Gerald?

     

     

     

    > Me: Then Gerald’s getting stood up.

     

     

     

    I entered the café and spotted him instantly.

     

    Tall. Disheveled curls. Holding a paperback titled How Not to Be Shy on First Dates.

     

    I snorted. He looked up, caught my laugh, and grinned.

     

    > “Is that book helping?” I asked.

     

     

     

    > “It told me not to sweat or say anything weird. I’ve already done both.”

     

     

     

    We sat. Talked. Spilled actual tea. Literally. He knocked over his cup while mimicking a dramatic owl impression. I should’ve been embarrassed. But instead, I was smitten.

     

    Chapter Three: Of Fake Breakups and Real Feelings

     

    By date three, we were those people—laughing too loud, ordering one dessert with two spoons, texting memes at 2 a.m.

     

    Then came the wedding invite.

     

    My ex’s wedding.

     

    I considered faking typhoid. Instead, I asked HotTeaGuy88—whose real name turned out to be Theo—to be my fake boyfriend for the event.

     

    > “Are we talking ‘stand-there-and-smile’ or ‘passionate-fake-make-out’ kind of fake boyfriend?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

     

     

     

    > “Just don’t let me catch the bouquet.”

     

     

     

    We pulled it off flawlessly. Except for one detail.

     

    He kissed me.

     

    Not fake. Not uncomfortable. Not for show.

     

    And I kissed back.

     

    Chapter Four: When Accidents Are On Purpose

     

    The morning after, I tried to play it cool.

     

    > “That was… a very convincing performance,” I said.

     

     

     

    > “I wasn’t acting,” he replied.

     

     

     

    Cue heart stutter. Cue internal screaming. Cue me knocking over an entire box of cornflakes in aisle three of a supermarket where we happened to be buying cereal like a married couple.

     

    That’s when he blurted, “I like you, okay? Accidentally meeting you was the best kind of accident.”

     

    I stood there with cornflakes in my hair, smiling like a lunatic.

     

    > “You’re ridiculous,” I said.

     

     

     

    > “But charming.”

     

     

     

    > “And mine,” I added.

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