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People like to believe the universe is some grand orchestrator, shuffling fate cards like a moody blackjack dealer. But sometimes, it just sits back with popcorn and watches two people fumble their way into a slow-burning disaster that smells vaguely of espresso and unresolved tension. Enter Nat and Miles, two souls with more chemistry than a freshman lab fire, and just about as much common sense. By now, I assume you know Miles a bit. So allow me to introduce Nat. Nat. Now there’s a piece of work the universe clearly cooked up on a cheeky day. All sharp wit, unreadable playlists, and the kind of elegance that doesn’t try, it just is. She walks into a room like she already knows the ending but still watches everyone else catch up. She’ll dissect a business pitch, write a blog that punches through your chest, and still look vaguely annoyed that you haven’t figured out how she takes her coffee (strong, like her opinions, with a splash of almond milk and quiet judgment). But don’t be fool...

I’ve tempted fate a thousand times , winked at destiny and dared it to dance. I’ve walked the tightrope between surrender and defiance, one foot in devotion, the other in mischief, just to see which one he’d pull first. They say love should be soft, predictable—something that fits neatly into the palm of your hand. But this? This is chasing lightning with bare feet, laughing as the storm roars back. They warned me, "You'll lose yourself!" —as if that wasn’t the whole point. So here I am, hands open, heart reckless, staring at the sky like a fool, waiting for the next cosmic joke he’s got lined up for me. They say love should be warm and sweet, A gentle touch, a heart’s retreat. A quiet gaze, a fleeting sigh, Soft as dawn, where roses lie. But you arrived like storms untamed, A whispered spark, a soul inflamed. Not silk nor gold, nor tender grace, But thunder wrapped in night's embrace. They warned me, "Turn, don’t lose your way, This love will steal the li...