My professor is my husband | 18+ ✓

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Manya pov

After reading his last message. I am like how much time do people have to waste and look at me, I am sitting here studying. I wish I had this much time to waste.

"Crazy girl, he is insulting your husband or she whatever. at least insult him " my inner self mocked me.

" Yes you are right "

                   Look, if you are so free that you are poking your nose in other people's lives, then I have a job for you. I can get you a job of cleaning bathrooms in my husband's company.

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But I blocks him/her without waiting for the message.If I had received this message before the marriage or a day or two after the marriage, I would probably have doubted Vedant. But now no way.

" He is the most important person in my life and I cannot doubt him for such a useless unknown person."

I just remembered that I have challenged Vedant and I had completely forgotten it in the last four days because my college practicals were going on. Firstly, I don't understand that these college pressurised us to make such huge files and then sell them as scrap... I mean, they really don't have pity on us. Leave it.

" But what should I do so that he loses control of himself ?" I said taping my fingers on my jaw. An idea came in my mind and a mischievous smile crept on my face.

"Now wait and watch mr yaduvanshi what I do. If I haven't blown your mind, then even my name is not Mrs Manya Vedant Yaduvanshi."

I quickly went to the closet room and wore a red colour saree.
But my mood soon became dull when I remembered that I don't even know how to do makeup. And I can't even take help from maa because it's already 11 pm.I thought of taking help from YouTube but I soon gave up because people like me who don't even know the names of makeup products can't learn it that quickly and I can't even experiment because I don't want to give him heart attack by my disaster makeup.

" No problem, you are naturally so beautiful. you don't need makeup." I tried to motivate myself.

"Anyway, what difference does it make? In the end, you have to take off your clothes." My inner self motivated me.

" Motivate karne ka tarika ka thoda casual nahi hai?"

(The way to motivate is not a bit casual?)

Right now I am standing outside his study room.

"May all the good powers of the world give me strength." I prayed and opened the door.

Vedant pov

I was checking the presentation of an important meeting on my laptop when I heard the door opening. But I didn't even bother to look at the door to see who had come.

" Look at me husband or should I say professor" when I heard her seductive voice, I looked towards the door with jerk and my jaw dropped. My wife was standing seductively, leaning against the closed door. her blouse was so deep that I could almost see her boobs. And the way she called me professor is turning me on. She is looking damn hot in this red saree. If we were not playing this challenge challenge thing, trust me I would have fucked her against this door. Her lips are looking so tempting and I feel a urge to suck them while fucking her.

She switches off all the lights in the room. Now the room was illuminated only by lamp light. She moved aside the files kept on the table and closed my laptop. She lies half down on the table and holds her face with her palm, which was supported from elbow. And a smirk on her face. Now I can clearly see her curves.