Her Reasons!

A Normal Araac!

In the morning, Araac dropped Karishma off at the university, his presence causing a ripple of shock among the students and faculty.

As they walked through the campus, whispers and curious glances followed them.Araac held Karishma's hand in his as he highlighted the fact that he owned her, leading Karishma to her classroom.

"Tum yaha safe rahogi. Main ne yeh sab arrange kiya hai," he said firmly while walking.Karishma looked around nervously at everyone starting at them as if they were jokers or mannequins.

"Araac, tumhe itna kuch karne ki zarorat nahi hai. Hum khud ko sambhaal sakte hai." She weakly said.

Araac stopped, his expression hardening slightly.
"Karishma, yeh sab tumhari safety ke liye hai. Don't think that I am trying to control things over. You're married to me! You are my responsibility. Isliye main chahata hoon ki tumhe koi problem na ho."

They reached the classroom, and Araac guided her inside. He made sure she was settled before addressing her again.
"Ek bodyguard bahar hamesha tumhare madad ke liye rahega. Tumhe kisi bhi cheez ki zaroorat ho, bas use bata dena."

Karishma tried to protest, her voice low but determined. "Araac, yeh zaroori nahi hai. Hum manage kar lenge."

Araac's jaw tightened, but he took a deep breath, trying to keep his calm. "Princess, main yeh sab tumhare liye kar raha hoon. Tumhe meri baat samajhni hogi, I have got many enemies."

She sighed, realizing it was pointless to argue further. "Theek hai, Araac. I'll adjust.

Araac softened a bit, nodding. "Agar tumhe kuch bhi chahiye ho, bas bodyguard ko keh dena. Main tumhe lene aunga."

He turned to leave but paused at the door. "Take care, princess."
As he walked out, the entire class buzzed with curiosity and awe.

Since Araac left, Karishma could feel all eyes on her. The whispers and curious glances from her classmates and even the teacher made her feel extremely self-conscious. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the class.

The teacher, Mrs. Kapoor, couldn't help but glance at Karishma repeatedly.
"Okay class, aaj hum log Penal Code ke sections ke baare mein discuss karenge."

Karishma felt a tap on her shoulder from the girl sitting next to her.
"Hey, tumhara naam Karishma hai na? Tumhari shadi ho gayi hai? Woh kaun tha jo tumhe chhodne aaya tha?" She asked in Eagerness.

Karishma gave a nervous smile.
"Haan, main Karishma hoon. Woh... Araac tha, mere husband."

The girl looked shocked. "Araac Malhotra? The billionaire?"

Karishma nodded slightly, trying to avoid more attention. "Haan, wahi."

Mrs. Kapoor cleared her throat, trying to get the class's attention back.
"Class, please focus. Mr. Malhotra, welcome back. I hope you adjust quickly."

Karishma tightened her fist hearing that reference of Mrs. Malhorta as her name but still gave a polite nod. "Thank you, ma'am."

The bodyguard outside the door kept a vigilant eye, and his presence only added to Karishma's discomfort. She could see students occasionally looking at him and then back at her, whispering among themselves.

During the lecture, Karishma couldn't help but steal glances outside the classroom window at the bodyguard.
She noticed he was getting busier on his phone every ten minutes or so.

Curiosity gnawed at her during the class break. Seizing the right moment, Karishma quietly slipped closer to the door, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on.