Kiara Mehta never expected her final year at university to turn into a whirlwind of temptation and desire. When the dangerously charming Agastya Agarwal steps in as an intern professor, he becomes the center of every whispered conversation and stole...
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The lecture hall was alive with chatter, students filling the seats while exchanging gossip, hurriedly flipping through notes, or simply scrolling through their phones. It was another ordinary university morning or at least, it was supposed to be.
Kiara sat comfortably at her usual seat near the window, resting her chin on her palm as she absentmindedly tapped her pen against her notebook. Her friend group surrounded her, filling the space with easy banter.
Aisha, the drama queen of the group, leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves. I have news.”
"This better not be about that TikTok trend again," Rohan groaned, stretching his arms.
"Oh, shut up, Rohan. This is important," Aisha huffed before turning to the rest of the group. "Apparently, our new intern professor is young, ridiculously hot, and completely out of our league."
Priya raised an eyebrow. “How hot are we talking?”
Kiara didn’t think much of it at first, but the way her friends suddenly sat up straighter, the way whispered gasps filled the space, made her finally glance up.
And that’s when she saw him.
Tall. Powerful. Effortlessly composed.
The man....no, the storm, who had just walked in carried an aura so magnetic it silenced an entire hall. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. His jet-black hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just run his fingers through it. His sharp jawline, accentuated by faint stubble, added to his undeniable appeal. But it was his eyes...dark, piercing, unreadable that held an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
Kiara felt her throat go dry.
"Holy shit," Priya muttered under her breath.
"Aisha wasn’t exaggerating," Aryan, the flirt of the group, let out a low whistle. "I’d let him ruin me."
"Shut up, Aryan," Rohan rolled his eyes. But even he looked a little starstruck.
Kiara wasn’t the type to lose herself over a guy’s looks. She never had. But something about this man was different.....dangerously different.
He strode to the front of the class, exuding confidence in a way that felt entirely natural, as if he knew the effect he had on people but didn’t particularly care. Setting his laptop on the podium, he finally spoke.
"Good morning, everyone. I’m Agastya Agarwal, your new intern professor. I’ll be handling this course for the semester, so I expect your full attention."
His voice was deep. Smooth. Controlled. It wasn’t overly loud, yet it commanded the entire room’s focus with ease.
Kiara exhaled slowly, willing her heartbeat to steady.
"This semester is going to be hell," Riya murmured beside her.
"Or heaven," Aryan smirked.
Agastya’s gaze swept across the room, scanning the students with an unreadable expression. Then, for the briefest moment, his eyes landed on her.
Kiara felt it instantly.
A spark. A shift in the air.
His stare was sharp, assessing, as if he could see straight through her. It wasn’t filled with warmth or curiosity, it was something else entirely. Something that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.
She held his gaze, refusing to look away.
And then....just barely the corner of his lips lifted in the faintest smirk before he looked away, continuing with his introduction.
Kiara exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
"Oh. My. God. Did anyone else see that?" Aisha whisper screamed.
"Saw what?" Rohan asked, confused.
"Kiara and Professor Hottie just had a moment!"
"No, we did not," Kiara quickly shot back, shaking her head.
"You totally did." Aryan wiggled his brows. "He looked at you like he was about to eat you alive."
"You guys are impossible," Kiara muttered, forcing herself to focus on her notebook instead of the way her skin still tingled from that brief eye contact.
But no matter how much she tried to shake it off, she couldn’t ignore the thought settling in the back of her mind.
This semester was going to be anything but ordinary.
