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 rest of the day dragged on, but Kiara couldn't shake off the way Agastya had looked at her. It wasn't the usual professor-student dynamic. There was something else....something unreadable behind those dark eyes.
She wasn't one to obsess over a guy, especially not one who held her grades in his hands.
But, of course, fate had other plans.
Later that evening, Kiara found herself in the library, flipping through a case law book while trying to concentrate.
Her protective best friend, Rohan, sat across from her, pretending to study but was actually just watching her struggle.
"You're overthinking," he said, tapping his pen against the table.
"I'm not," she huffed, flipping the page.
"You totally are. You've been staring at the same paragraph for ten minutes."
"It's a long paragraph."
"Uh-huh. Or maybe you're too busy thinking about a certain young, hot professor."
Kiara shot him a glare. "I hate you."
"I know," he grinned.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps made her look up.
And her heart nearly stopped.
Agastya Agarwal.
He walked in like he owned the place, his presence commanding attention despite the silence. He wasn't alone two other faculty members accompanied him, engaged in a quiet discussion.
But as he passed by their table, his gaze flickered toward her.
A second. That's all it lasted.
But Kiara felt it deep in her bones.
She forced herself to look down, pretending to be deeply engrossed in her book.
"Did he just..." Rohan started
"Shut. Up."
But just when she thought she was in the clear, Agastya suddenly stopped near the bookshelves.
"Ms. Mehta."
Her breath hitched.
Slowly, she looked up.
"A word."
Rohan gave her a you're screwed look, but she ignored him as she stood, following Agastya to a quieter corner of the library.
Agastya turned to face her, his expression unreadable.
"Do you enjoy disrupting my lectures?" he asked, his voice calm. Too calm.
Kiara frowned. "I didn't..."
"Talking in class. Whispering when I'm explaining the syllabus." He took a slow step forward, his gaze locking onto hers. "Do you think I wouldn't notice?"
She swallowed. He wasn't raising his voice, but something about his tone sent a thrill down her spine.
"It wasn't intentional," she defended, lifting her chin slightly. "And I wasn't the only one talking."
His lips curved just slightly. "No, but you were the one who caught my attention."
Her stomach flipped.
"If you want my attention that badly, Ms. Mehta, there are better ways than disrupting my class."
Kiara's eyes widened. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"I don't want your attention," she shot back.
His smirk deepened just a fraction. "Good. Then I expect you to be on your best behavior in my lectures from now on."
There was something undeniably challenging in his gaze. Like he was waiting for her to push back.
And god, she wanted to.
But instead, she gave him a tight smile. "Noted, sir."
For a moment, they just stood there. The air between them thick. Unspoken.
Then, with a small nod, Agastya turned and walked away, leaving Kiara standing there, her heart hammering against her ribs.
One thing was clear.
This was war.
And she had just walked right into it.
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