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 week passed in a blur of lectures, assignments, and endless readings. Kiara kept her head down, determined not to let Agastya Agarwal get under her skin.
But ignoring him was easier said than done.
Every time he called on her in class, her pulse spiked. Every time their gazes met, a silent challenge sparked between them. He never softened, never relented always pushing, always testing.
And worst of all?
She liked the challenge.
It annoyed her more than she cared to admit.
"You’re coming to party this weekend, right?" Aisha asked as they walked out of class.
Kiara sighed. "Do I have a choice?"
"Nope!" Aisha grinned, looping her arm through Kiara’s. "Come on, it’s been forever since you did something fun. You need this."
"I don’t need anything," Kiara muttered.
"Liar." Aisha smirked. "One night, no overthinking. Just fun."
Kiara hesitated. She wasn’t much for parties, but… maybe Aisha was right.
"Fine. I’ll come."
Aisha squealed. "That’s my girl!"
The party:
The party was already in full swing when Kiara arrived. Music pulsed through the air, laughter and conversation blending into a lively hum.
She had just stepped inside when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Didn’t expect to see you here, Ms. Mehta."
Her breath caught.
She turned only to find herself face to face with Agastya.
But this wasn’t Professor Agastya.
This was off-duty Agastya.
Dark jeans. A fitted black shirt. Sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms. A drink in his hand, casually swirling in the glass.
For the first time, he didn’t look like the strict professor who commanded the lecture hall.
He looked dangerous.
And entirely too tempting.
Kiara arched a brow. "Didn’t expect to see you either, sir."
His gaze darkened slightly. "I’m not your professor tonight."
Her lips curled into a slow smirk. "Good. Because I wasn’t planning on being a student tonight either."
For a moment, silence stretched between them, charged and unspoken.
Then just as quickly as it started it was gone.
Agastya took a sip of his drink, his expression unreadable.
"Enjoy the party, Ms. Mehta."
And with that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Kiara let out a slow breath.
This wasn’t just a battle of wits anymore.
This was something far more dangerous.
And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fight it… or surrender.
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