We agreed on three rules. 1. No love. 2. No jealousy. 3. No expectations. Marry my enemy was supposed to be temporary. A contract to protect our families' reputations. But no one warned me about late-night conversations. About accidental touches. About the way he looks at me when he thinks I am not watching. Somewhere between hatred and heartbreak; I starting falling for my husband. And I don't know if he's falling too.