A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
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He knew it was illicit, She knew it was dirty, Both of them knew it was forbidden but they couldn't stop themselves from falling for each ot...
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Then it suddenly hits me.
Ohh myy freaking god.
No way !
No way !
No way !
My subconscious mocks at me telling
Oh yeah !
Oh yeah !
Oh yeah !
You did that only. You touched yourself to the dirty thoughts about your Professor that too in a stranger's house.
Again.
I've already touched myself too many times thinking about him
Gosshhhh !! What's wrong with me, why did I do that !!
You are such a gone case Naisha, I scold myself.
After recovering from my intense orgasm, I don't feel like getting up anymore.
I lean back and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my hair mussed, and a satisfied smile curled on my lips.
"You're insatiable, Naisha " I scoff to myelf with a giggle.
And it is true, my obsession with Professor RDO only grows stronger with each passing day.
I know I'd be back in this bathroom many more times, lost in my dirty fantasies of my favourite man
Suddenly it occurs to me that someone is coming today. It's offensive to sit idly in my room that too doing all these...
I should get ready and help them with the preparations.
I get out of the tub, wash myself thoroughly and wear my favourite white floral frock. I dry my hair and braid it . I need to trim the split ends. It is literally hanging below my hip.
I give a quick call to Mamman and have a short talk with her.
Okay let's go now. Let's give them a hand with everything.
I step down the stairs, and A little boy of hardly 5 drags me towards the hall. Unfortunately I've forgotten his name too.
the family is buzzing with excitement over the arrival of their elder cousin brother from abroad.
Everyone scrambles around, hanging colorful streamers and arranging flowers, I can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation about who this cousin would be.
With a playful imagination, I have pictured an old man with greying hair
" Come Naisha, he will be here soon, you sit here, and everyone don't disturb her " Megha's mother scolds the kids as they want me to play some game with them.
While I helped them with the preparations, my mind occasionally wanders to the image of my handsome Professor.
" He doesn't like sweets, why did you prepare this ?" Megha's mother scolds someone over a bowl of sweet dish.
