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 heat between them was suffocating.
Kiara’s fingers tightened around Agastya’s shirt as he pressed her against the wall, his lips trailing dangerously slow along her jaw.
His breath was warm against her skin.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice rough.
Kiara swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to push him away, to remind him of who they were, where they were.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she tilted her chin, giving him more access.
Agastya groaned, his grip on her waist tightening.
"You have no idea what you’re doing to me," he muttered, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
She did. She absolutely did.
Her fingers slid up his chest, nails lightly scraping against his collarbone.
"Maybe I do," she whispered.
That was all it took.
With a low curse, Agastya claimed her lips again. Rougher this time, more desperate. His hands explored, fingertips teasing the exposed skin at her waist, his body pressing her deeper against the wall.
Kiara gasped against his mouth, heat pooling in her stomach.
She was drowning in him.
In his touch, his scent, the way he kissed her like he was losing control.
And she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to come up for air.
But then....
A loud knock on the door.
They froze.
Reality crashed back into them like ice water.
"Yo, Agastya! You in there?"
A familiar voice. One of his colleagues
Agastya exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping to Kiara’s shoulder.
"Shit," he muttered.
Kiara’s eyes widened, her heart still racing.
What the hell had they just done?
Agastya pulled back, his expression unreadable. But his hand was still on her waist, his thumb absently tracing circles against her skin like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
Another knock.
"Yeah," Agastya finally called out, his voice steady. "Give me a second."
He turned back to Kiara, his dark eyes searching hers.
She licked her lips, tasting him, feeling the ghost of his touch still lingering.
"This…" she started, but the words got stuck in her throat.
Agastya studied her for a long moment, then exhaled.
"We can’t do this," he said quietly, his fingers finally leaving her waist.
Something in her chest tightened.
"I know," she whispered.
But as she smoothed down her clothes and took a shaky breath, one thought echoed in her mind.
They already had.
And there was no going back. _____
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