Chapter 17

3 months after, Alastair and Zaviya are now in a quarter for faking their marriage..............

Alastair’s room was a picture of neatness, every item in its place, reflecting her meticulous nature. Dressed in denim jeans, a plain white shirt, and a black jacket, she glanced at her watch, noting it was already 4:15 in the morning. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her keys and headed toward Zaviya’s room.

In contrast to Alastair’s space, Zaviya’s room exuded stylish elegance, with soft, feminine touches in every corner. She stood in front of the mirror, almost ready, dressed in fitted jeans and a snug shirt, but still fussing over her hair. The soft knock on the door interrupted her concentration.

“Zavi, you ready?” Alastair called through the door, her voice calm yet teasing.

“Five more minutes, Alastair!” came Zaviya’s slightly annoyed reply.

Alastair sighed audibly, muttering, “Alright, five minutes,” as she walked away toward the kitchen.

Manang Celia, their ever-reliable housekeeper, was already bustling about, the rich aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air. Alastair entered, sniffing appreciatively as a small smile curved her lips.

“Morning, Nay. Smells amazing as always,” she greeted warmly.

Manang Celia turned with a smile of her own. “Good morning, Alastair. Breakfast will be ready in a minute. Are you excited for today?”

Alastair nodded, leaning casually against the counter. “Yeah, it’s going to be a busy weekend.”

Just then, Zaviya entered the kitchen, still fussing over her unruly hair. “Morning, Manang Celia. Morning, Alastair.”

Alastair’s gaze flicked toward her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Morning, beautiful. Ready now?”

Zaviya rolled her eyes but couldn’t entirely hide the faint curve of her lips. “Almost. Let’s eat first.”

They sat down at the table, which was laid out with a hearty spread, and began their breakfast amidst a light, playful mood.

“So,” Alastair started, her mouth half-full, “do you have everything you need? We’re heading to a pretty remote area, you know.”

Zaviya shot her a sarcastic look. “Yes, Dad. I double-checked. Unlike you, I’m capable of packing my own stuff.”

Alastair smirked. “Just making sure, Princess. Don’t want you complaining about forgotten essentials.”

Zaviya mock-glared at her. “If I forget anything, I’ll just borrow from you.”

Alastair laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, I can’t wait to see that.”

Manang Celia chuckled as she set more food on the table. “Kayo talagang dalawa, cute niyong mag-asaran. Ihahanda na rin namin ni Nalin ang baon niyo para magutom man kayo sa daan may pagkain kayong dalawa.”

“Salamat po, Nay, and to you also, Nalin,” Alastair said, pulling out an envelope from her jacket pocket. “Oh, while we’re away for three days, you could use this. Naibigay ko na rin ang para kina Kuya Jay at Mang Jonas.”

Nalin’s eyes widened as she peeked into the envelope. “Wow, Nay Celia, oh! Free pass sa salon at spa. Salamat po, Ma’am Alastair.”

“You deserve it, guys,” Alastair said with a genuine smile. “Pamper yourselves. Me and Zavi should be the ones thanking you for keeping us safe and okay.”

Manang Celia beamed at her. “Ito talagang alaga ko, kahit lumaki na, napakabait pa rin.”

Zaviya smiled softly as she watched Alastair interact with the staff, a warmth spreading through her chest despite herself.

After finishing their breakfast and continuing their light banter, they packed up and loaded their bags into the car. Their destination was Alastair’s company, where a bus was already waiting to take them to Pampanga for the weekend.

When they arrived, the bus was abuzz with chatter and excitement. Staff members were boarding, their energy palpable as they greeted Alastair and Zaviya.

“Good morning, Ma’am Alastair, Ma’am Zaviya!” one of the volunteers chirped.

“Good morning!” both women responded in unison, flashing polite smiles.

Inside the bus, Alastair made sure Zaviya was seated comfortably. She leaned slightly toward her, her voice filled with concern. “Zav, you okay in there? Are you cold? You need a blanket?”

“I’m good, Al. Thank you,” Zaviya replied, her tone softening. “Just stay in your place and we’re good.”

Satisfied, Alastair leaned back, her eyes sweeping over the bustling scene outside as the bus slowly began to roll forward.

“You should try to get some sleep,” she suggested softly. “It’s a long ride, Zavi.”

Zaviya nodded, already feeling the pull of drowsiness. “Yeah, good idea,” she murmured. Without thinking much about it, she leaned her head on Alastair’s shoulder.

Alastair shifted slightly, ensuring Zaviya was comfortable before settling in herself. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic vibrations of the bus soon lulled them into a quiet, peaceful state as they embarked on their journey to Pampanga.

At exactly nine in the morning, the bus rolled into the quiet grounds of a small school near Mt. Pinatubo in Arayat, Pampanga. The surrounding area, though serene, bore signs of struggle and a need for aid. The team disembarked, each member springing into action to unload the supplies and set up camp. Among them were Alastair and Zaviya, two striking women whose presence commanded both respect and curiosity.

Alastair stepped forward, her voice clear and authoritative, “Okay, team, first of all, thank you for volunteering and coming with us. Let’s get everything ready. We have a lot to do today.”

A volunteer quickly responded, “Yes, ma’am!”

The group worked in synchronized harmony, unloading food packs and school supplies, while engaging warmly with the students and locals. The atmosphere was a mix of focused effort and cheerful camaraderie, punctuated by the laughter of children and the gratitude of the townsfolk.

“Al, can you hand me that box?” Zaviya asked, her tone practical but carrying a hint of familiarity.

Alastair passed her the box with ease, flashing a teasing smile. “Here you go. Try not to strain yourself. Ayoko ng napapagod ka.”

Zaviya arched a brow, smirking as she accepted the box. “I can handle a box, Alastair. But thanks for the concern.”

Their banter carried on as they worked side by side, their interactions catching the attention of the volunteers. To an outside observer, their dynamic was effortlessly charming, almost like that of a deeply loving couple.

“Don’t overdo it, love. Remember, we’re a team,” Alastair declared loudly, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

“Of course, love,” Zaviya replied in mock sweetness, playing along with the act. “You always know what’s best.”

Some of the staff members exchanged knowing smiles, clearly amused by what they assumed was a genuine display of affection.

When the others weren’t looking, Zaviya leaned closer to Alastair and whispered, “Huwag kang masyadong seryoso, baka maniwala talaga sila na magkasundo tayo.”

Alastair smirked, her playful tone matching Zaviya’s. “Eh? Ayaw mo noon, iisipin nila na bukod sa pogi ang asawa mo, sweet pa. Sobrang swerte mo talaga sakin, Zavi.”

Rolling her eyes, Zaviya shot back, “Ang hangin mo talaga, Alastair. Kahit kailan at kahit saan, walang pinipili ang kahanginan mo. Tsk.”

Alastair laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Ay sus, ang misis ko naman, alam kong kinikilig ka jan. Wag ka na mahiya, me lang to.”

Despite the sharpness of their words, their shared laughter betrayed a camaraderie that was undeniably genuine. They carried on with the work, side by side, their banter a constant rhythm to the day. To those around them, they were a picture-perfect team, but behind the facade, their complex relationship thrived on the thin line between rivalry and partnership.

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the mountains as Alastair and Zaviya immersed themselves in activities with the Aeta students and their families. Both women moved effortlessly through the crowd, handing out school supplies and food packs. The children, wide-eyed with excitement, clutched their new belongings, their joy infectious.

A young boy approached Alastair, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you po!”

Alastair crouched to his level, her smile radiating warmth. “You’re welcome, kid. Study hard, okay?” She straightened up and addressed a small group of students nearby, her voice firm yet encouraging. “Education is the key to your future. We’re here to support you.”

As they continued their tasks, there was an unspoken rhythm between Alastair and Zaviya. Their glances occasionally met, a blend of genuine fondness and the subtle reminder of the facade they were maintaining.

Zaviya knelt beside a little girl, her tone soft and caring. “Here you go, sweetie. Sana makatulong ito sa pag-aaral mo.”

The girl beamed up at her, her innocent compliment earning a light chuckle from Zaviya. “Salamat po, ate ganda!”

Nearby, Alastair observed the exchange, her smile teasing as she approached. “You’re really good with kids, Zavi.”

“Syempre naman, ako pa ba?” Zaviya replied, her voice brimming with playful pride.

Alastair’s grin widened. “Hmm… you know, you look like a nanay when you’re doing that.”

Zaviya’s eyes narrowed, her tone instantly defensive. “Excuse meeeee, sinasabi mo ba na mukha akong matanda? Ganoon ba, Alastair?”

Laughing, Alastair shook her head, her playful side taking over. “Hahaha, mukha ka ngang Nanay Zavi—Nanay ng mga magiging anak ko.”

The volunteers around them erupted into laughter and teasing.

“Yiiii, sana all! Nakakakilig naman kayo, Boss Alastair and Ma’am Zaviya!” one of them chimed in.

“Bagay na bagay kayo. Lakas ng chemistry,” added another.

“Sana all aanakan haha,” quipped a third, prompting even louder laughter.

“Alastair!!!” Zaviya’s voice rose in mock indignation, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment.

Alastair waved her hand dismissively, grinning as she addressed the volunteers. “Guys, stop it na. Nahihiya na ang asawa ko.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the day’s activities wound down, Alastair and Zaviya found themselves sitting by a crackling campfire. Exhaustion clung to them, but there was a shared sense of fulfillment in the air.

“Thank you po, Ma’am Alastair, Ma’am Zaviya, for organizing this,” one of the volunteers said earnestly. “Ang laking tulong po talaga nito sa Aeta community.”

Alastair nodded, her voice calm but sincere. “Walang anuman. It’s our pleasure.”

“Tama,” Zaviya added, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames. “We’re glad we could help.”

After a moment, she sighed, her voice softer. “Today was... something else.”

Alastair nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it was. It’s good to give back.”

Zaviya’s eyes met hers briefly. “Sometimes, I forget why we’re doing this. But days like today... they remind me.”

Alastair turned to her, her gaze steady. “Yeah. Me too. Do you remember our medical mission in Bicol? It’s like this also.”

Zaviya rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Ahh, how could I forget? Buong week akong irita dahil sa’yo.”

“At least pogi ang nang-aasar sa’yo,” Alastair teased, her smirk evident. “And admit it, it adds to the fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, not bad,” Zaviya conceded, shaking her head with a chuckle.

For a while, they sat in companionable silence, the crackling fire the only sound between them. Despite the complexities of their relationship, there was an undeniable connection in moments like this—a shared purpose that bridged the gap between them.

Finally, Zaviya broke the silence. “Well, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s another big day.”

Alastair smiled, her voice gentle. “Agreed. Let’s get settled in our tent.”

The two women made their way to their shared tent, exhaustion evident in their movements. As they settled in, the quiet of the night enveloped them.

“Goodnight, Zavi,” Alastair murmured.

“Goodnight, Alastair,” Zaviya replied, her voice soft in the darkness.

The next day dawned bright and sunny over the remote public school. The warm rays of the sun kissed the faces of the volunteers as they bustled around, preparing for a day of hard yet fulfilling work. The air was alive with the scent of fresh paint and the sound of chatter and laughter, weaving an atmosphere of hope and camaraderie.

Amidst the flurry of activity, Alastair and Zaviya found themselves side by side, painting chairs and walls. The task should have been simple, yet their playful banter made it a performance. It was all part of the act—an illusion of being a loving couple—but there was a peculiar sincerity in their exchanges, one that neither seemed to fully acknowledge.

“Kaya mo bang tapusin ‘yan, Zavi?” Alastair teased, her grin widening as she dipped her brush into the paint. “Baka kasi kailangan mo ng tulong ko.”

Zaviya rolled her eyes, though a smirk betrayed her amusement. “Huwag kang mag-alala, Alastair. Kung kaya mong magpintura nang maayos, kaya ko rin.”

With a chuckle, Alastair shot back, “Sigurado ka? Baka mamaya, sa dami ng banat mo, mas marami pang pintura sa’yo kaysa sa silya.”

“Hmm, baka nga,” Zaviya replied with a teasing smile. “Pero tignan mo naman, mas maganda pa rin ang gawa ko.”

Their laughter blended with the lively atmosphere, drawing the attention of a few nearby volunteers.

“They look so good together, don’t they?” one whispered to her companion. “You can see how much they care for each other.”

“Yeah,” agreed another. “It’s sweet how they argue but still work together perfectly.”

By lunchtime, the volunteers gathered under the shade of a large tree, their hard work fueling hearty appetites. They shared food and stories, their laughter filling the air with warmth. Alastair’s hands were streaked with paint and dirt from repairing chairs and tables, leaving her unable to eat on her own. Without hesitation, Zaviya began feeding her, a gesture that earned affectionate glances from their companions.

“Ang sweet naman nila, ‘no?” one volunteer commented, nudging her friend. “Parang perfect couple talaga.”

“Oo nga,” agreed another. “Nakakatuwa silang tingnan. Parang wala silang kaarte-arte kahit ang yaman nila.”

“They’re such a cute couple,” chimed in a third. “It’s nice to see them so in love.”

As Zaviya held out another spoonful of food, Alastair smiled up at her. “Salamat, love. Ang sarap ng pagkain.”

Zaviya smirked, her voice tinged with playful pride. “Masarap talaga yan. I helped them kanina in cooking this.”

“Wow!” Alastair exclaimed, laughing. “Ang galing mo talaga.”

The day wore on, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, Alastair and Zaviya found themselves in the principal’s office. The room was steeped in a mix of gratitude and concern as Ms. Rachel, the school’s principal, recounted the challenges her students faced daily.

“Talagang napakalaking tulong ang ginagawa niyo para sa amin,” Ms. Rachel said, her voice tinged with emotion. “Alam niyo ba, karamihan ng mga bata dito, walang sapat na gamit sa eskwela. Minsan, sa ilalim pa ng puno nagkaklase dahil kulang kami sa silid-aralan.”

Alastair’s expression grew serious, her usual teasing demeanor replaced with a thoughtful resolve. “Nakakalungkot marinig ‘yan, Ms. Rachel. Pero huwag kayong mag-alala. Pagbalik namin sa city, magpapadala ako ng grupo na magtatayo ng dagdag na classrooms, kompleto sa gamit. Also, we'll build a computer lab para matuto ang mga bata na gumamit nito.”

Zaviya nodded in agreement. “At ako naman, magdo-donate ng mga computers, printers, at internet access para sa mga guro. Kailangan nilang magkaroon ng mga gamit para mas matulungan nila ang mga estudyante.”

Ms. Rachel’s eyes glistened with tears as she clasped her hands together. “Maraming-maraming salamat sa inyo. Hindi niyo alam kung gaano kalaking bagay ito para sa amin.”

That night, inside a cozy tent under the cool, quiet sky, Alastair and Zaviya rested after their long day. The occasional sound of crickets broke the stillness, blending with the distant murmurs of the village. Alastair busied herself lighting an insect repellant, her attention shifting to Zaviya to ensure she was comfortable and warm.

Zaviya let out a soft sigh. “Those kids… They have so little, yet they’re so eager to learn. It’s heartbreaking.”

“I know,” Alastair replied, her voice gentle but firm. “It makes you realize how much we take for granted. But we can help them. We will help them.”

Satisfied that Zaviya was tucked in properly, Alastair adjusted her blanket. Her care was quiet but unmistakable, a small gesture that spoke volumes.

“Thank you, Alastair,” Zaviya murmured, her voice softening. “For everything.”

Alastair smiled, her gaze steady and warm. “Your safety and comfort are my priority, Zavi. Always.”

For a moment, the rivalry that had defined their relationship was forgotten. In its place was a fragile yet undeniable closeness, a bond that grew stronger with every shared experience. As the night deepened, the sounds of the village wrapped around them like a lullaby, and they drifted off to sleep, united in purpose and something more profound that neither dared to name.

The sun shone brightly over the school grounds, casting a warm glow on the festive decorations that adorned the area. Banners swayed gently in the breeze, balloons bobbed in the air, and tables lined with food, gifts, and prizes stretched along one side of the field. Children ran around excitedly, their laughter blending with the hum of conversation among teachers and community members. It was the last day of Brigada Eskwela in Pampanga, and the entire atmosphere radiated a sense of celebration and camaraderie.

Amid the lively scene stood Alastair and Zaviya, both dressed in matching volunteer T-shirts. They worked side by side, organizing supplies with their team of volunteers. Their dynamic energy was contagious, and their smiles never wavered despite the busy schedule.

“Okay, team!” Zaviya called out, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “Let’s make this last day unforgettable. We've done an amazing job so far. Let's give it our all!”

“Absolutely,” Alastair agreed with a nod. “Today’s about fun and giving back. Let’s get started with the games!”

The host of the event took the microphone and greeted the crowd with a cheerful tone. “Welcome, everyone, to our last day of Brigada Eskwela! Let’s make this day unforgettable with fun games and great food!”

The crowd erupted in cheers as Alastair and Zaviya mingled with the other volunteers, exchanging laughter and warm smiles. The host soon announced the first game: a banana feeding race. One partner would be blindfolded while feeding a banana to their teammate, and the fastest pair would win.

When Alastair and Zaviya stepped up as participants, a ripple of anticipation ran through the crowd. Alastair was blindfolded as Zaviya held a large banana, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Okay, Alastair,” Zaviya teased, grinning. “Be gentle!”

Alastair smirked. “Zavi, we’re up for this one. Ready?”

“This is going to be hilarious,” Zaviya said, her laughter bubbling over. “Let’s do it!”

As the game began, Alastair’s aim proved to be atrocious. The banana missed its target repeatedly, landing on Zaviya's cheeks, nose, and even her forehead. The crowd roared with laughter, and Zaviya was giggling uncontrollably.

“Alastair, my mouth is here!” Zaviya managed to say between fits of laughter.

“I’m trying, I swear!” Alastair replied, her frustration melting into laughter as well.

By the time the game ended, both women were covered in banana, their laughter echoing across the grounds. Though they didn’t win, they enjoyed the moment to the fullest.

Next up was the blindfolded lipstick challenge. This time, Zaviya was blindfolded while Alastair sat patiently, bracing herself for the makeup session.

“Time to redeem ourselves,” Alastair said confidently.

Zaviya smirked. “This is my area of expertise.”

True to her word, Zaviya applied the lipstick with remarkable precision, despite the blindfold. When the host declared them the winners, Alastair grinned proudly.

“Told you,” Zaviya said with a playful wink. “Makeup is my thing.”

The next game, the paper dance, required partners to balance on an increasingly smaller piece of paper. Alastair and Zaviya faced each other as the music played, their chemistry evident in their playful banter.

“Hold on tight, Zavi,” Alastair said as she lifted Zaviya effortlessly.

Zaviya chuckled but warned, “Don’t make me fall, or I swear I’m going to break your neck.”

“Don’t worry,” Alastair replied with a teasing wink. “The only fall you’re going to have is falling in love with me.”

“Ha! You wish, Alastair. Rule no. 10. Remember that,” Zaviya shot back, rolling her eyes but smiling.

They managed to stay balanced until the end, winning yet another game. Zaviya gave Alastair an approving nod. “You’re stronger than you look.”

“Thanks for the trust,” Alastair replied, her smile softening.

The final game was a card-passing challenge, where players had to transfer a card using only their lips. The idea of possibly kissing someone else didn’t sit well with either of them. Alastair noticed a pretty woman in front of her, while Zaviya glanced uneasily at the bulky guy behind her. Both felt a twinge of irritation.

“No way I’m letting Zavi kiss that guy,” Alastair thought to herself.

“What have we gotten ourselves into? If Alastair drops that card and kisses that woman, I’m going to lose it,” Zaviya mused.

Feigning a stomach ache, Alastair clutched her midsection dramatically. “Ahh, aww, shit, Zavi, my stomach! I think I need to use the bathroom. Can you come with me?”

Concerned, Zaviya quickly agreed, helping Alastair leave the game. As they hurried back to their tent, Zaviya struggled to keep up. “Alastair, ang bilis mo lumakad. Madadapa na ako!”

“Sorry, hehe. Want me to carry you?” Alastair offered with a grin.

“Tsk, I can walk,” Zaviya replied, shaking her head.

Once inside the tent, Alastair plopped down comfortably, no longer looking in pain. Zaviya crossed her arms, glaring at her.

“So, what happened to the stomach ache? At taeng-tae ka na?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastair smirked. “Disappeared on the way here. Magic, I guess.”

“You just didn’t want to see me kiss another guy, did you?” Zaviya teased, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to see me kiss someone else either,” Alastair admitted with a shrug.

“You’re ridiculous,” Zaviya said, laughing.

Their laughter filled the tent as they settled down to rest. Later, they packed their belongings and boarded the bus back to the city. The three days they spent volunteering left a lasting warmth in their hearts, a reminder of the joy that came from helping others—and from each other’s company.

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It has been six months since Zaviya and Alastair embarked on their journey as fake wives. The plan was simple: marry, make their parents believe in their relationship, and file for divorce after two years. Yet, nothing about their arrangement was straightforward, as their daily lives became a series of playful banters and heated arguments, masking a growing, albeit begrudging, reliance on each other.

**the chaotic events of their lives as fake wives in the course of 6 months**

-----Breakfast Banter-----

It was a typical morning in the Dee-Porsild household. The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the modern yet cozy kitchen. Zaviya was already up, her hair tied neatly in a loose bun as she moved effortlessly around the kitchen, preparing her morning coffee. The smell of freshly brewed beans filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma of pancakes she had just plated.

Alastair soon entered, her presence commanding yet casual, as she yawned and stretched her tall frame. She made a beeline for the fridge, her usual morning ritual of rummaging for something quick to eat. Her tousled hair and the oversized hoodie she wore gave her an unbothered charm, the kind that annoyed Zaviya endlessly, mostly because it was effortless.

Zaviya glanced up from her coffee, her lips curving into a sly smirk. "Good morning, Alastair," she greeted, her tone light but with an edge of playful challenge. "Did you have another wild dream about outsmarting me?"

Alastair grinned, the corners of her lips lifting mischievously. "Morning, Zavi. You wish. I was dreaming about our next business deal, where I'll obviously come out on top."

"As if," Zaviya retorted, rolling her eyes in a way that suggested she’d heard that line a hundred times before. She took a slow sip of her coffee, her gaze flicking back to her rival-turned-wife. "Anyway, don't forget we have that charity gala tonight. We need to show up together, looking... convincingly in love."

Alastair leaned against the counter, arms crossed, her smirk growing wider. "Oh, I can't wait. Another night of pretending you're my perfect wife."

"Just try not to ruin my dress this time, okay?" Zaviya shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she reached for a fork to start on her pancakes.

A little later, they found themselves seated at the dining table, the room filled with the sound of cutlery against plates and the occasional hum of the city outside. Zaviya, ever the picture of elegance even at breakfast, was delicately slicing into her pancakes.

"So," she began, her tone light yet calculated, "I was thinking we could try that new vegan restaurant for lunch today."

Alastair paused mid-bite, her nose wrinkling in visible distaste. "Vegan? Why do you hate me so much?"

Zaviya sighed, exasperation laced with a tinge of amusement. "It's called being healthy. Maybe you should try it sometime."

Alastair set her fork down, leaning back in her chair with a smirk that could rival the devil himself. "I'll have my steak, thank you very much."

"Fine," Zaviya relented with an exaggerated sigh, her fork hovering over her plate. "We'll go to that steakhouse you like. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Alastair replied, her grin widening as she resumed eating.

Despite their constant bickering, there was a rhythm to their banter, a familiarity that neither wanted to admit they enjoyed. For all their mock insults and dramatic eye rolls, mornings like these were beginning to feel... natural. Maybe even comforting. But, of course, neither would ever say that out loud.

-----Choosing a Restaurant-----

Zaviya and Alastair sat comfortably on the plush couch in Zaviya's penthouse, their phones in hand as they scrolled through restaurant options. The soft hum of the air conditioning filled the room, broken only by their occasional comments.

“Let’s go to that new sushi place downtown,” Zaviya suggested, her eyes lighting up at the thought of fresh sashimi and maki rolls.

Alastair glanced up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, I’m not in the mood for sushi. How about the Italian place we went to last month?” she countered, her tone casual but firm.

Zaviya let out an exasperated sigh, her elegant features twisting into a look of frustration. “We always go to that Italian place! I want sushi,” she retorted, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Alastair leaned back against the couch, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “And I don’t want sushi. We’re going to the Italian place,” she declared, her voice steady yet teasing.

Zaviya’s jaw dropped, and she glared at Alastair as though she’d just declared war. “Why do you always have to be so difficult?” she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

Alastair chuckled, her deep, velvety laugh filling the room. “Because it’s fun watching you get all worked up,” she admitted with a shrug, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Without missing a beat, Zaviya grabbed a nearby pillow and hurled it at Alastair, her frustration bubbling over. “Arghhh, you jerk!” she yelled, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

Alastair caught the pillow mid-air, laughing even harder. “Alright, fine. Sushi it is. Wag na magalit ang asawa ko na 'yan,” she teased, the familiar mix of English and Tagalog rolling off her tongue with ease. “Nagiging dragon ka na naman.”

Despite the fiery exchange, there was an underlying warmth between them, a kind of comfort that came from knowing each other far too well. Their arguments were a daily occurrence, as routine as morning coffee or late-night snacks. But there was an unspoken agreement between them to keep things light-hearted.

Both women understood the delicate balance they maintained. The real battle wasn’t in choosing a restaurant or tossing playful insults—it was in convincing their parents that this relationship, however unconventional, was real. And for that, they needed to present a united front, even if it meant enduring each other’s quirks and stubbornness.

-----Movie Night Argument-----

The entertainment room was a sanctuary of comfort, a cozy space with dim lighting and plush seating that made it feel like a private cinema. The large TV screen dominated the room, and the faint hum of the air conditioner set a tranquil mood. On the couch, Zaviya was nestled under a soft blanket, her legs curled up as she scrolled absentmindedly on her phone. Alastair, meanwhile, stood by the DVD collection, scanning the shelves with furrowed brows.

"How about an action movie?" Alastair suggested, holding up a DVD case and turning to look at Zaviya. Her voice carried a hint of mischief, but it was clear she had no real intention of indulging Alastair's preference.

Zaviya shook her head without hesitation. "No way. I want to watch a romantic comedy," she declared, her smirk teasing as she glanced at Alastair.

Alastair groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "You always pick those sappy movies," she retorted, waving the DVD in her hand for emphasis.

"And you always pick those brainless action flicks," Zaviya shot back, her tone just as playful, though her smirk deepened when she saw Alastair's exasperated expression.

A heavy sigh escaped Alastair's lips as she placed the action movie back on the shelf. "Fine," she conceded, though not without a hint of reluctance. "How about we watch both? One tonight, one tomorrow."

The grin that spread across Zaviya's face was one of triumph. "Deal," she said with a satisfied nod.

It was a small moment, but it spoke volumes about their dynamic. Even during their movie nights, compromise was key. They both understood that keeping up their façade of civility and cooperation meant finding common ground—even if it involved sitting through a genre they didn’t particularly enjoy.

-----Grocery Shopping Dispute-----

Today, they decided to take a mundane but necessary trip to the supermarket. It was an ordinary errand, yet for Alastair and Zaviya, even the simplest tasks were opportunities to clash and banter. Together, they navigated the aisles, pushing a shopping cart that already carried the weight of their contrasting personalities.

Zaviya, ever the responsible one, eyed the vegetable section with determination. "We need more vegetables," she declared, her tone firm and unwavering. "All you ever want to buy are snacks."

Alastair, on the other hand, leaned casually against the cart, her lips curving into a mischievous grin. "Snacks are essential," she argued, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You can’t just live on vegetables alone."

Zaviya raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize chips and soda were part of a balanced diet."

"Now you’re getting it," Alastair quipped, her grin widening.

With a resigned sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Zaviya reached for a bundle of leafy greens and dropped it into the cart. Despite her exasperation, there was a subtle smile tugging at her lips, one she refused to let Alastair see.

Their next stop was the cereal and milk section, where the battle continued.

"This one?" Zaviya asked, holding up a colorful box of cereal.

Alastair wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Too sweet," she said before grabbing another box and holding it up like a prize. "How about this?"

Zaviya glanced at it and immediately rolled her eyes. "That's too bland," she retorted, crossing her arms.

Alastair sighed dramatically, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of compromise was a heavy burden. "Can we just settle on granola?" she suggested, her tone almost pleading.

"Fine," Zaviya conceded with a small nod. "Granola it is."

Alastair smirked, clearly satisfied with herself. "Look at us, compromising like real adults," she said, her voice laced with mock pride.

Zaviya couldn’t help but laugh at that, the sound light and genuine. "Miracles do happen," she teased, shaking her head at their ridiculousness.

Their shopping trips were always like this—a battleground of preferences and playful jabs. Yet, somehow, they always ended up with a cart full of both snacks and healthy options, an unspoken truce in their ongoing war. It was a perfect reflection of who they were—opposites who, despite their differences, always found a way to coexist in harmony.

-----Planning a Weekend-----

It was already 9 in the evening, and the warm glow of the bedside lamp filled Zaviya's bedroom with a cozy ambiance. Zaviya sat at her vanity, her elegant figure framed by the soft reflection in the mirror, as she leisurely brushed her long, glossy hair. Across the room, Alastair reclined on the plush couch, her attention seemingly absorbed by the book in her hands, though her relaxed posture hinted at a quiet ease in their shared space.

Breaking the silence, Zaviya glanced at herself in the mirror, her expression contemplative yet teasing. “So, what do you want to do this weekend?” she asked, her voice smooth but carrying that familiar hint of challenge she always directed at Alastair.

Without lifting her gaze from the pages of her book, Alastair replied nonchalantly, “How about hiking?”

Zaviya paused mid-stroke, turning her head sharply to face Alastair. Her perfectly arched brows rose in disbelief. “Hiking? Seriously?” she countered, incredulity lacing her tone. “I was thinking more like a spa day.”

Finally, Alastair lowered her book, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her deep brown eyes met Zaviya’s sparkling gaze. “A spa day?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mock disdain. “You mean sitting around doing nothing?”

Zaviya’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as she swiveled her chair to face her rival-turned-fake-fiancée. “Exactly,” she replied with a wink. “Relaxing and pampering ourselves. Sounds heavenly, doesn’t it?”

Alastair heaved a dramatic sigh, feigning defeat, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward in amusement. “Fine,” she relented, her tone carrying the slightest trace of fond exasperation. “Spa day it is. But next weekend, we’re going hiking.”

Zaviya’s grin widened, victory lighting up her features. “Deal,” she declared, her voice triumphant. She turned back to the mirror, resuming her task of brushing her hair, while Alastair leaned back against the couch cushions, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle before picking up her book again.

Despite their endless banter and differing tastes, the room was filled with a sense of unspoken harmony, as if their contrasting personalities somehow fit together like pieces of a puzzle neither would admit to completing.

-----Fake Dates-----

It was 7 in the evening when Alastair and Zaviya found themselves seated in the elegant, high-end restaurant, the kind that boasted soft lighting and a romantic ambiance. It was the perfect setting, but beneath the surface, the evening held a different purpose. Their fake dates had become a routine—a daily charade they performed for the sake of their parents and the public eye.

Across from each other at the table, Alastair took the bottle of wine and poured a generous amount into their glasses, the rich red liquid glistening under the dim light.

"To us, the perfect couple," Alastair said with a smile, one that was just a little too polished for it to be anything but practiced.

Zaviya lifted her glass, the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips as she clinked her glass against Alastair's. "If only they knew the truth."

They both chuckled softly, their laughter harmonious and just genuine enough to satisfy anyone within earshot. Their eyes, however, betrayed the routine, and each knew that behind the laughter was a carefully calculated act.

Alastair leaned in a little closer, her voice lowering as she whispered, "Don't forget to smile. The paparazzi are watching."

Zaviya, her lips still curled in a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, muttered under her breath, "I know, I know. Just keep up the act."

Their dinner passed by with the occasional playful banter, each of them doing their best to keep up the pretense. Zaviya let out a forced chuckle, her words dripping with sarcasm. "You know, Alastair, these dates are the highlight of my week."

Alastair didn’t miss a beat, matching Zaviya’s smile with one of her own. "Oh, Zavi, you always know how to make a girl feel special."

The laughter felt rehearsed as they surveyed the room, their eyes scanning for any familiar faces that might be watching. A colleague from the tech industry caught their attention—a man with an unmistakable presence, George from Techmow Corp.

Zaviya leaned in closer to Alastair, her voice a hushed whisper. "That's George from Techmow Corp. Look affectionate."

Alastair, without hesitation, took Zaviya’s hand and held it gently, her voice smooth and calm as she replied, "Anything for you, love."

Moments later, George approached their table, a smile on his face as he greeted them warmly. "Zaviya, Alastair! It's great to see you both. You two look so happy together."

Zaviya squeezed Alastair's hand, keeping the smile plastered on her face. "We are, George. It's been an amazing journey."

Alastair, ever the professional in these moments, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. We're loving every moment."

With that, George, satisfied with the performance, left the table, and once he was out of earshot, the façade dropped. Zaviya and Alastair released each other’s hands and returned to their meal in silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken words. The charade continued, but in that moment, they were no longer the 'perfect couple' for the world to see. They were just two women caught in the same tangled game, each wondering how much longer they would have to pretend.

----- Business Deals-----

In a sleek conference room, Zaviya and Alastair stood side by side at the head of the table, facing a group of potential partners. Their polished appearances and impeccable professionalism were on full display. They had long mastered the art of presenting a united front, especially when their business was on the line. Today, it was no different. They were both part of the same plan—each meticulously playing her role in the grand performance of their collaboration.

Alastair, with her sharp gaze and confident demeanor, spoke first, laying out the groundwork for the proposal. “As you can see, our collaboration will lead to unprecedented growth for both companies,” she said, her voice steady, commanding.

Zaviya, ever the poised strategist, nodded, adding her own weight to the presentation. “Together, we are stronger. This partnership is a win-win for everyone involved.” Her words flowed with ease, each syllable carefully calculated to leave a lasting impression.

Alastair continued, her eyes scanning the room of potential partners. “And with our combined resources, there’s no limit to what we can achieve.”

The partners around the table nodded, visibly impressed by their seamless pitch. The deal was practically secured, just as Alastair and Zaviya had planned. After a moment of shared glances, Partner 1 broke the silence with a smile.

“We look forward to working with you both,” they said, offering a firm handshake to seal the deal.

As soon as the meeting wrapped up, Alastair and Zaviya exchanged a high-five, their professional masks slipping for just a brief moment. The façade of business-like composure faded away, replaced with a moment of genuine satisfaction.

Zaviya grinned, her voice low but full of pride. “We did it. They bought it.”

Alastair’s smile was wide, knowing exactly how successful their plan had been. “Of course they did. We’re the perfect team.”

The next day, they found themselves in Alastair’s company’s boardroom, surrounded by investors eager to see what the duo had accomplished. The atmosphere was just as formal, but their shared expertise and unified front continued to shine. Investor 1, impressed by their achievements, spoke up with admiration.

“It’s impressive how well your businesses have merged since your marriage. It’s clear you two make a formidable team.”

Zaviya’s smile was as polished as ever, her voice dripping with professional charm. “Thank you. My wife and I have always believed in the power of collaboration.”

Alastair nodded in agreement, her confidence never faltering. “Absolutely. And with my beautiful wife’s strategic mind and my innovative approach, we’re unstoppable.”

Investor 2, equally taken by their display, added, “We look forward to seeing what you both achieve together.”

Once the meeting concluded and the investors left, Zaviya and Alastair exited the boardroom, their smiles fading as soon as the door closed behind them. No longer in the public eye, their shared relief was palpable, the walls between their professional personas crumbling for a moment.

Zaviya leaned in, her voice a hushed whisper of disdain. “Formidable team, huh? I almost gagged.”

Alastair chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Just keep it up. We’re almost there.”

Despite the friction between them, their professional synergy was undeniable. On the surface, they were the epitome of success, the perfect partnership. But beneath the polished exterior, their personal relationship remained a complex facade—a strategy, a carefully crafted performance. And though they had each learned to navigate the delicate balance, the truth was that behind every collaboration, every smooth presentation, their rivalry simmered just beneath the surface, ever-present, even if only they truly knew.

----- Travelling together-----

The weekend sun had already begun its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the pristine beaches of El Nido, Palawan. The air was thick with saltwater and the sounds of gentle waves, the perfect soundtrack for what was supposed to be a romantic getaway, though, in reality, it was just another part of the charade they were playing. Both Alastair and Zaviya walked side by side along the soft sand, their feet sinking slightly into the wetness as they took in the breathtaking sight before them.

"Look," Alastair said, pointing toward the horizon, "it's beautiful. Almost makes this whole charade worth it."

Zaviya's gaze softened as she followed her eyes to the horizon. "Yeah, it does," she responded quietly, a rare moment of honesty slipping past her usual icy demeanor. For a brief instant, they forgot about the pretense and simply stood there, taking in the natural beauty around them.

As the evening unfolded, the beach turned into a lively spot filled with both tourists and locals, with the sweet sounds of a live band filling the air. Their table was set just off to the side, allowing them a perfect view of the sunset and the entertainment that followed. The vocalist of the band moved toward their table after finishing a song, and with a gleaming smile, she addressed the couple.

"Oh, we have a lovely couple here," the vocalist said, her voice clear and warm. "Ma'am, would you like to sing a song for your beautiful date here?"

Alastair, caught off guard, scratched her nape awkwardly. "Ahh... hmm..." she hesitated, looking to Zaviya for support.

Without missing a beat, Zaviya chuckled and pushed her slightly. "She'll sing. Go, love, sing for us."

Zaviya’s laughter danced in the air, a playful spark in her eyes. She knew that Alastair could sing. Though her confidence was a little shaken, Alastair wasn't the type to back down. With a small sigh, Alastair stood up and made her way to the mini stage, where the band had been playing. She exchanged a few words with the guitarist, borrowing the instrument, and then sat on the stool, microphone in front of her.

"Ahh, good evening, everyone," she began, giving the audience a charming grin. "This song is for my beautiful wife over there. Hi, Zavi, love, this is for you."

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Zaviya, though embarrassed, blushed cutely at the attention. She watched Alastair intently, her heart swelling with pride. She had always known that Alastair had a voice, but seeing her own wife shine in front of so many people filled her with an unexpected warmth.

Alastair strummed the guitar, letting the soft melody settle in the air before her voice followed. Her voice was steady, smooth, and strong, capturing everyone's attention as she sang with deep emotion, her gaze never leaving Zaviya.

You're my piece of mindIn this crazy worldYou're everything I've tried to findYour love is a pearl

You're my Mona Lisa,you're my rainbow skiesAnd my only prayeris that you realizeYou'll always be beautiful in my eyes

As the song continued, Zaviya couldn’t tear her eyes away from Alastair. She felt like the whole world had faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment. The notes of the song were so personal, so real, that Zaviya couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter. Her mind struggled to accept that they were faking their marriage for the sake of their families, yet here was Alastair, pouring her soul into the song, as if their love was the truest thing in the world.

The world will turnAnd the seasons will changeAnd all the lessons we will learnWill be beautiful and strange

We'll have our fill of tears,our share of sighsMy only prayeris that you realizeYou'll always be beautiful in my eyes

The crowd, captivated by the performance, cheered and clapped, some even wiping tears from their eyes. Two women sitting at the table next to Alastair and Zaviya leaned in, whispering to each other.

"Ang gwapo noong nakanta. Ang swerte naman ng asawa niya," one woman remarked, eyes still glued to Alastair.

"Yess, kung ako ang kakantahan niyan, baka maiyak ako sa tuwa," the other replied, clearly taken by the heartfelt performance.

Zaviya’s pride swelled as she watched her wife continue. She felt a mix of emotions—amusement, love, and awe—at the way Alastair could captivate an entire room with just a guitar and her voice.

As the final notes of the song faded, Alastair gave a short bow, the crowd’s cheers growing louder. She returned to their table, a satisfied smile on her face. "How’s my singing, love?" she asked, her voice warm with affection.

Zaviya, still a little flushed, smiled softly. "You're so good. Come here, I’ll give you a hug."

The embrace was tight, their laughter blending with the sounds of the crowd’s cheers. They held each other for a moment longer than necessary, just soaking in the joy of the moment.

As the applause eventually died down, the two of them returned to their dinner, the playful atmosphere between them not faltering. Zaviya sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.

"You know," she said, her tone thoughtful, "if we weren't faking this, I might actually enjoy these trips."

Alastair let out a soft laugh, clinking her glass against Zaviya’s. "Same here. But at least the scenery is nice."

Zaviya smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Are you talking about the beach or yourself?"

Alastair raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Both, obviously."

The two women laughed together, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the evening as the sky grew darker, the stars starting to peek through. For a brief moment, it felt as if the world outside their bubble didn’t matter—just the two of them, together, in a world of their own making.

----- Pranking each others----

It was a quiet night at Alastair and Zaviya's house. The clock had just struck 10 PM, and their housemaids were off for the evening, leaving the two of them to handle the household chores. Despite the late hour, Zaviya had a craving she couldn’t ignore.

“Alastair,” she pouted, “I’m craving for blueberry cheesecake.”

Alastair, who had just settled onto the couch after a long day, let out a relaxed sigh. “Zavi,” she replied without moving an inch, “it’s 10 PM. I’m not your maid to run errands at this hour. I just finished cooking for our dinner and washing the plates.”

Zaviya’s eyes narrowed as her irritation grew. “Fine! I’ll go get it myself,” she snapped, grabbing her wallet and storming out of the room with angry footsteps.

Alastair, watching her leave, sighed again, this time with a hint of worry. “She’s really going out this late?” she muttered under her breath. Despite her words, she couldn’t help but follow her, trailing quietly behind her from a distance.

As Zaviya walked down the street, she muttered to herself, her irritation palpable. “I can’t believe she won’t do this one thing for me. What a useful wife she is,” she grumbled, not knowing Alastair was just a few steps behind.

An idea suddenly struck Alastair, one that was mischievous but harmless. She crept up behind Zaviya, careful not to make a sound, and with a low, disguised voice, she startled her. “Give me all your money, miss, or else!”

Zaviya’s eyes widened in shock and fear. “Please, don’t hurt me!” she cried out, fumbling for her wallet and phone. “Take everything! My wallet, my phone! Or if you need anything, I’ll call my wife, she’s richer than me!”

At that, Alastair couldn’t contain herself anymore. She burst into laughter, revealing her identity. “Gotcha! It’s just me, Zaviya!”

Zaviya froze, her face a mixture of shock and fury. She quickly turned and punched Alastair in the stomach, her voice seething with frustration. “You jerk! I was really scared! Arghhhh, I hate you!!”

Tears welled up in Zaviya’s eyes as her anger shifted to vulnerability. Seeing her like that, Alastair immediately felt guilty. She stepped forward and enveloped Zaviya in a tight, apologetic hug.

“Hala wifey,” Alastair murmured softly, her voice laced with regret. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you that much. I was just making fun of you. Come on, stop crying, let’s go get your cheesecake.”

Alastair, with gentle hands, lifted Zaviya and carried her to the nearby convenience store. When they arrived, Zaviya, still sniffling, picked out the cheesecake, and as they sat together eating it, her mood slowly began to lighten.

“You’re lucky this is delicious,” Zaviya said between bites, her voice still tinged with emotion.

Alastair, smiling at the sight of Zaviya slowly calming down, made a promise. “I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

Another evening, the living room was a cozy refuge, with the soft glow of the TV casting a faint light over the two figures on the couch. Zaviya, with a mischievous glint in her eye, had a plan in mind—a plan that involved a spider controller toy she had just bought. She knew exactly how to get Alastair, having known for years about her fear of the creepy creatures. The room was calm, with only the hum of the TV and the occasional rustling of snacks being opened. Zaviya glanced at Alastair, who was completely engrossed in the show they were watching.

Feigning innocence, Zaviya casually spoke up. "Isn’t this show great?" she asked, her voice smooth and unassuming.

"Yeah, it’s awesome," Alastair responded, barely glancing away from the screen. Her focus was solely on the unfolding drama, unaware of the mischief brewing beside her.

With a sly smile tugging at her lips, Zaviya discreetly turned on the spider controller toy she had hidden in her lap. The mechanical spider started crawling with unsettling precision, inching closer to Alastair’s unsuspecting form. Zaviya's fingers tightened around the remote, sending the spider right onto Alastair's lap.

The moment Alastair felt the tiny legs brush against her skin, her face drained of color. "AAAAAH! A SPIDER!" she screamed, her voice cracking with panic. She leapt from the couch in one swift motion, her legs tangled as she stumbled, narrowly avoiding crashing into the coffee table. In her frantic sprint, she darted around the living room, nearly tripping over the rug as the tiny mechanical spider followed closely behind her.

Zaviya couldn’t contain her laughter. Her belly shook with hysterics as she watched Alastair’s wild reaction. The spider, relentless and unbothered by the chaos it was causing, continued to scurry in pursuit of its prey. Alastair, still breathless with terror, instinctively ran straight into Zaviya, clutching her tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut, using Zaviya's petite body as a shield to hide from the horrifying creature. Zaviya's laughter only intensified as she held onto her, reveling in her perfect execution of the prank.

Between her fits of laughter, Zaviya managed to get the words out, “Gotcha! How does it feel to be pranked?"

Alastair, still clutching her, slowly opened her eyes as she realized the truth. “Okay, okay, you got me,” she gasped, finally catching her breath. A deep sigh escaped her lips, and then, as the adrenaline wore off, she burst into laughter, the tension of the prank melting into shared amusement. "I deserved that."

Zaviya, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, smiled smugly. "Now we’re even."

But Alastair, never one to back down, gave her a knowing smirk. "Don’t get too comfortable," she warned, her voice carrying a playful edge. "This means prank war is on."

Zaviya laughed again, unphased by the challenge. "Bring it on," she said, ready for whatever retaliation Alastair might have in store.

***Additional Playful Pranks***

The morning sun peeks through the windows, casting a soft glow across the kitchen. It’s early, the world still hushed by the quietness of dawn, but not for Alastair. She’s busy at work, setting up her little prank for Zaviya. With mischievous glee, she carefully fills a plastic wrap with whipped cream, making sure it’s just right. Her plan is simple but brilliant—when Zaviya walks into the kitchen, she’s going to get a face full of whipped cream.

She waits in silence, her heart racing with excitement. Then, as if on cue, the door swings open, and Zaviya steps into the kitchen. “Good morning—” Zaviya starts, only for the plastic wrap to fall perfectly on top of her, covering her with whipped cream.

Alastair bursts into laughter, her voice ringing out with amusement. “Morning whipped cream princess!” she teases, barely able to contain her joy.

Zaviya, now dripping with whipped cream, looks up at Alastair with a mix of disbelief and annoyance. “Arghhh, you’re impossible!” she exclaims, wiping the cream off her face.

In an instant, Zaviya, not one to back down from a challenge, starts chasing Alastair around the kitchen. The two of them are like children again, running in circles, their laughter mingling with the clattering sounds of dishes and kitchenware being knocked off shelves in their frantic pursuit. It’s chaos, but a kind of joyful chaos that only they seem to understand.

“Alastair, enough with our childish acts. You’re cleaning this up!” Zaviya calls out between gasps for air, her hands still swiping at the remnants of whipped cream clinging to her skin.

The kitchen looks like a battlefield after the storm of whipped cream and laughter, but the day moves on.

By the afternoon, the mood in the house has shifted. Alastair, still groggy from the business proposals she’d been reviewing in her room, heads down to the kitchen, looking for a cup of coffee to wake her up. She’s not quite in the mood to deal with anything else—except perhaps for the caffeine she’s craving.

As she enters the kitchen, she notices Zaviya sitting at the counter, drinking her lemon water, her usual healthy drink of choice.

“Hi, Zavi,” Alastair greets with a yawn, reaching for the coffee beans. “What are you up to today?”

“Nothing much, just reading books in my room. I’m about to get back to it after my lemon water,” Zaviya replies casually, her voice calm and easy.

Alastair nods, still half asleep, “Okay, okay. Have fun reading. Hays, I really need this coffee.” She fumbles around for the creamer, already thinking about the caffeine she’s about to consume.

But in her moment of distraction, she accidentally drops the teaspoon into the sink. With a sigh, she leans over to clean it up, not noticing the sneaky grin creeping onto Zaviya’s face.

Zaviya’s eyes twinkle with mischief as she silently formulates her next move. “Time for another prank,” she thinks to herself. As Alastair isn’t looking, Zaviya swaps out Alastair’s coffee for a cup filled with salt water, knowing full well that Alastair won’t suspect a thing.

With a smirk, Zaviya sits back down on her stool, sipping her lemon water as if she hadn’t just orchestrated a little sabotage.

Alastair returns to her coffee-making ritual, blissfully unaware of the prank unfolding. She picks up the mug of coffee, takes a sip, and instantly spits it out, her face contorting in disgust.

“Ew! What is this?!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with shock.

Zaviya bursts into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. “Salt water. Thought you might need some seasoning,” she says with a smirk, her voice dripping with amusement.

Alastair shakes her head, laughing despite herself. “You really are something, Zaviya. I’ll get you back for this,” she says, already plotting her revenge.

And with that, the playful rivalry between the two continues, as unpredictable and entertaining as ever.

The next day, it was Alastair's turn to prank Zaviya.

It was early morning when Alastair quietly sneaked into Zaviya's bedroom. She moved like a shadow, carefully placing multiple alarm clocks around Zaviya’s side of the bed, all set to go off at different times.

The moment the first alarm went off, Zaviya stirred in her sleep. As the next one followed, her eyes snapped open, the shrill sound piercing the quiet morning. Then, one after another, the alarms went off in rapid succession, each one startling Zaviya awake, making her groggy and irritated.

"Alastair!" Zaviya groaned, half asleep, as she grabbed a pillow and flung it towards the doorway.

From the doorway, Alastair’s laughter rang out, her voice filled with mischief. “Good morning, sunshine!”

Zaviya scowled as she buried her face in the pillow. “You’re so dead!”

Days had passed, and Zaviya was planning on getting even with Alastair. She couldn’t let that prank slide without retaliation.

One afternoon, Zaviya quietly crept into Alastair’s bathroom. A devilish grin spread across her face as she added food coloring to Alastair’s toothpaste. “Haha, mama mo blue, Alastair,” she whispered, already imagining the look on her rival’s face when she’d realize what had happened.

The next morning, Alastair came out of the bathroom, her mouth a strange shade of blue. She stood frozen, blinking in disbelief. "What the heck, Zaviya? I look like sadness in Inside Out."

Zaviya was barely able to contain her laughter, her voice bubbling with amusement. “You look good in blue.”

Alastair put her hand to her face, trying not to laugh herself. “You’re in so much trouble.”

As the days went by, the prank war between them escalated. That evening, Alastair snuck into Zaviya's bathroom while Zaviya was in the garden talking to her friends on the phone. She thought to herself, Time for a little revenge. With a quiet grin, she swapped Zaviya’s shampoo with temporary hair dye.

After that, Alastair returned to her room, busying herself with something else, knowing that it would take a while before Zaviya realized the prank.

A short while later, Zaviya stormed into Alastair’s room, her voice rising in frustration. "Arghhhh Alastair! My hair is purple! Look at this!" She grabbed a handful of her now violet locks and glared at Alastair.

Alastair, sitting comfortably, let out a burst of laughter. “It’ll wash out in a few days. Consider it a new look. Hi, Ennui!”

Zaviya tried to remain angry, but her lips curled into a reluctant smile. “You’re impossible. But I kind of like it.”

Alastair grinned. “See? Pranks can be fun. As long as they don’t involve spiders.”

The next day, Zaviya took her turn again. She replaced Alastair’s computer mouse with a block of cheese. Alastair, oblivious, tried to use the mouse, but her frown deepened when nothing seemed to work. “Why isn’t this working?” she muttered.

Zaviya’s giggles echoed from the doorway. “Maybe try using it with crackers.”

Alastair blinked, and then a slow grin spread across her face. Realizing what Zaviya had done, she chuckled, shaking her head. “Well played, Zaviya. Well played.”

Another day passed, and after a series of playful pranks, the two found themselves sitting down together for dinner. The atmosphere was lighter now, the playful rivalry turning into something more friendly.

“I’m really sorry for scaring you the other night, Zavi,” Alastair said sincerely, looking at her rival with a soft smile. “I’ll try to be less childish.”

Zaviya’s smile grew wider, and she reached for her glass. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean any harm. Besides, pranking you back is kind of fun.”

Alastair chuckled. “Truce?”

Zaviya extended her hand across the table. “Truce.”

The two shook hands, their playful rivalry finally giving way to a genuine connection—a moment of truce amid the chaos of their constant teasing and pranks.

----- Argument-----

Not everything in Alastair and Zaviya's relationship was smooth. Their arguments, though often heated, were as real as their smiles were fake. Despite the moments of forced civility, there were always undercurrents of tension, especially when it came to their business arrangements.

One evening, the two of them stood in the living room, their faces flushed with anger. Zaviya, always quick to defend herself, was the first to speak, her voice rising with frustration.

"I can't believe you undermined me in front of the board!" she yelled, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Alastair.

Alastair, her temper flaring, shot back with equal force. "I didn't undermine you, I corrected your mistake! You're jeopardizing everything with your reckless decisions! Zavi, you can't just make decisions without consulting me! We're supposed to be a team!"

The words stung, but Zaviya wasn't about to back down. "You always think you're right, don't you? News flash, Alastair, we're not a team! This is a business arrangement, nothing more!" Her hands balled into fists at her sides, the anger evident in every line of her posture.

"And whose fault is that, Zaviya? You're impossible to work with!" Alastair shot back, her voice filled with frustration.

Zaviya's eyes blazed with anger as she clenched her fists. "Sometimes I just want to break your neck! You're being irrational."

Alastair took a deep breath, fighting to keep her composure. "Admit it, you're wrong!" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Zaviya's response came quickly, her tone just as forceful. "No, you admit it. You're the one who's always pushing me away!"

The silence that followed was thick with unresolved tension. Alastair, her anger boiling over, turned away from Zaviya, her hands trembling at her sides.

"I can't deal with this right now," she muttered, grabbing her jacket and storming out of the house, the door slamming behind her with a force that shook the walls.

She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to get away. Walking through the subdivision, Alastair let her mind wander. The argument still stung, but she couldn't allow herself to stay angry. As she walked into the nearest store, she felt her anger slowly begin to dissipate. Browsing the aisles, she grabbed a tub of ice cream, her favorite comfort food, and headed to the checkout. She couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated.

As she sat outside the store, eating the ice cream, Alastair's thoughts turned inward. "This isn't worth it," she muttered to herself. "We need to remember why we're doing this." She took another bite of the ice cream, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

An hour passed before Alastair finally made her way back home, the bag with Zaviya's favorite ice cream in her hand. Zaviya was sitting on the couch, her anger still evident, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes as she looked up when the door opened.

"You're back," she said, her voice softer than before, though still tinged with frustration.

Alastair sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping as she closed the door behind her. "Yeah, I needed to cool down."

She walked over and held out the bag with the ice cream. "I brought your favorite," she said, her voice quiet, almost apologetic.

Zaviya looked at the bag, her expression softening just a little as she took it. "Thanks," she said quietly, her voice betraying a hint of gratitude despite the tension still hanging in the air.

The two of them sat on the couch together, the distance between them still palpable but slowly starting to shrink. The silence was heavy, but it wasn’t as suffocating as before.

"I'm sorry for how I acted earlier," Alastair said, her voice sincere. "I shouldn't have raised my voice."

Zaviya sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I'm sorry too. I just... it's hard, you know? Pretending all the time." Her words hung in the air, a confession of sorts that she hadn’t shared before. The weight of their situation had been building for a long time, and now, in the quiet of the living room, it was spilling out.

"I know," Alastair replied softly, understanding the unspoken burden they both carried. "But we need to remember why we're doing this. For our parents, for the company... we need to make this work."

Zaviya nodded slowly, her gaze softening as she processed Alastair’s words. "You're right. Truce?" she asked, her voice hesitant but hopeful.

Alastair met her gaze and nodded. "Truce."

The two of them shared a small smile, one that was rare but genuine, as the weight of their argument began to lift. Alastair reached out, taking Zaviya's hand in hers, and they sat together in silence, the tension between them starting to fade as they reminded themselves of their purpose. Despite everything, they both knew they had to make it work. For their parents, for their businesses, and maybe—just maybe—for themselves.

------ Dinner with Parents------

In a fancy restaurant with dim lighting and elegant decor, the atmosphere was perfect for an evening of celebration. Zaviya and Alastair sat at a table surrounded by their parents, all enjoying a dinner that, on the surface, appeared to be a joyous occasion. The soft clink of glasses and the murmur of other diners blended with the subtle background music, setting the tone for a moment that was as much about appearances as it was about unspoken understanding.

"Nee," Zaviya’s mother, beamed across the table at the two women, her eyes twinkling with contentment. "You two seem to be getting along well."

Zaviya, ever the expert in masking her true emotions, forced a smile as she placed her fork down with a delicate motion. "Of course, Mom. We're learning to compromise," she said, her voice steady but her smile faltering just a bit.

Alastair, sitting across from her, nodded in agreement, her usual playful edge softened by the solemnity of the moment. "Yeah, it's all about finding the middle ground," she added, her tone light but sincere.

Derek, Alastair's father, looked over with pride, his face softening in a rare moment of affection. "That's what marriage is about. We're glad to see you both working together."

Melanie, Zaviya’s mother, smiled warmly, the happiness in her eyes undeniable. "We're so happy for you both."

Zaviya squeezed Alastair's hand under the table, the motion subtle, but significant. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes. "Us too," she replied, her voice gentle, yet carrying a weight of meaning.

Alastair, usually quick with a quip, allowed a genuine smile to spread across her face. "Yes, us too."

Morten, Zaviya's father, gave Alastair an approving nod, his gruff exterior softening in the presence of his daughter’s apparent happiness. "Alastair, you’ve been good to our Zaviya. We’re proud of you both."

Alastair glanced at Zaviya, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure," she said, her voice tinged with the playful sarcasm that had always defined their interactions.

Despite the constant bickering and playful banter that had characterized their relationship from the very beginning, Zaviya and Alastair had developed something more—an unspoken understanding. Their arrangement, born out of necessity, was slowly and subtly forging a bond neither of them had expected. The facade they had built, with its layers of humor and mock disdain, was beginning to wear thin, and the lines between pretense and reality were starting to blur. Six months into their fake marriage, they were no longer just rivals. They had become partners, navigating the complexities of a plan they had agreed upon, but one that was quickly evolving into something neither of them could predict.

As they exchanged looks—quick glances that lingered longer than necessary—it became clear that the road ahead was uncertain. What had begun as a strategic move to satisfy their parents’ desires for a union was now shifting into something more personal. The next eighteen months felt like an open road, full of possibilities, and both Zaviya and Alastair were left wondering what would happen when the final act of their arrangement arrived. Would it be the end of their shared journey, or would they discover something that neither of them had anticipated? Only time would tell.

---- Late-Night Talks -----

Zaviya and Alastair were sitting on the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on them as they each held a glass of wine. Their exhaustion was evident in their tired eyes, though neither of them was willing to admit it aloud. The silence between them stretched for a moment before Alastair broke it, her voice low, as if unsure if she wanted to ask.

“You okay?” she asked, glancing at Zaviya with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Zaviya, her gaze distant, let out a soft sigh before responding, her words almost a whisper. “Just thinking.”

Alastair leaned in slightly, the comfort of their proximity giving her a sense of ease she hadn’t anticipated. “About?”

Zaviya hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice barely audible. “Us. This whole fake marriage thing. Sometimes I forget it’s not real.”

The admission caught Alastair off guard. She had assumed the act of playing pretend was more of a game to Zaviya, something to keep her mind off the true nature of their situation. Alastair shifted a bit closer to Zaviya, her voice softer now, matching the vulnerability that had crept into the air between them. “Yeah, me too.”

Zaviya’s lips pressed into a thin line as she pondered what she was about to say. Her voice dropped even lower, barely above a breath. “What if... what if we didn’t hate each other so much?”

The question hung in the air like a delicate thread, fragile and almost too honest. Alastair couldn’t help but laugh softly, though it was tinged with surprise. “Is that your way of saying you actually like me?”

Zaviya’s eyes flicked to her, and for a moment, the playful glint was gone, replaced by something more thoughtful, more genuine. “Don’t push it. But sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it.”

Alastair shrugged lightly, her nonchalance betraying the seriousness of the situation. “We’re halfway there. Two years isn’t that long.”

Zaviya gave a small, rueful smile, her gaze turning away again. “Yeah, but what if they find out? Everything will be ruined.”

Alastair offered her a reassuring smile, trying to ease the tension that had taken hold of Zaviya’s features. “They won’t. We’ve come this far, we’ll see it through.”

Zaviya’s eyes softened as she nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips, though it was fleeting. The reality of their situation hung heavily in the air, but there was something about Alastair’s words that grounded her, even if only for a moment.

Alastair, clearly trying to lighten the mood, looked up toward the ceiling as if contemplating something amusing. “You know, for someone who claims to hate me, you're surprisingly easy to live with.”

Zaviya didn’t even glance at her, her tone dry as ever. “Don’t get used to it. We’re still on the clock.”

Despite the biting sarcasm in Zaviya’s words, a quiet understanding passed between them. Their smiles, small and knowing, held more meaning than either of them had anticipated. They both knew they were playing a part, pretending to be something they were not, yet in those moments, the lines between the real and the fake began to blur in ways neither was ready to fully admit.

Their bickering and their disagreements had become second nature, a constant rhythm that filled the space between them. Yet, there was something undeniably comforting about it all. They were in this together, partners in a game they had no choice but to play, bound by their shared goal.

And so, as the days passed, Zaviya and Alastair continued their charade. Six months into their journey, they were both surprised by the way things had unfolded.

Their bickering, once sharp and unyielding, had started to soften. The facade they had built was beginning to show cracks, but those cracks only seemed to make their bond stronger, more real, than they had ever expected. The lines between pretending and reality were growing thinner, and in the quiet moments like this one, their hearts might just be the next thing at stake.

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