Trope : STUDENT X PROFESSOR
"You're mine now, Amira," he whispered, his breath cold against her ear. "Forever and always."
Amira's heart trembled, her soul screaming for escape. But Arhaan's hold was too strong, his web of deceit too intricate. She...
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• EPISODE - 03 •
As Amaira finished her meal, Arhaan's thumb gently swept across her lips, wiping away any remaining crumbs. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she refused to acknowledge it.
"Wait here, baby," he said, his voice was low and soothing. "I'll be back in a minute."
He smilingly rushed out of the room, leaving Amaira alone with her thoughts. A few minutes later, he returned with a big smile, holding a cone of her favorite ice cream.
"Look, I brought your favorite ice cream," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Amaira's gaze narrowed, her voice laced with disgust. "Why are you doing all this? Nothing is going to change how I feel about you. Don't you know that I hate you?"
Arhaan's smile never wavered as he ignored her words. "Eat it, babe," he said, handing her the ice cream. "I thought that once you started eating on your own, I'd give you ice cream as your favorite dessert."
His words were like a gentle breeze on a summer day, soothing and calming. But her heart remained frozen, her emotions locked away, refusing to be swayed by his charms.
Rejected, she shook her head, her voice firm. "I don't want it."
His face fell, but he tried again. "Come on, Amaira, just one lick. It's your favorite. Isn't it?" He said, forcing her to take the ice cream.
Her anger boiled over. "Stop it, Arhaan! You don't need to do all this. If you really care about me, then just give me back my freedom. That's all I want."
His eyes clouded, a pang of sadness flashing across his face. But he ignored her hateful words, his voice still steady. "I'm trying to take care of you, Amaira. Please, just eat the ice cream. I have brought this for you with all my heart."
But she was determined to reject him again. She jerked his hand away, and when he tried again, she snatched the cone from him and threw it to the floor. The ice cream splattered, a sweet and sticky mess.
Arhaan's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration. But he said nothing, simply bending to pick up the cone and dispose of it. The silence between them was thick, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
He turned to face her, his expression calm. "I was happy to see you eat, Amaira. But what you did right now wasn't good."
She crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't care. I don't want your ice cream or your food or your pity."
His gaze held hers, his voice gentle. "I'm going to bring another cone for you. Maybe you'll feel like eating it later."
She snorted, her laughter bitter. "You really think I'm going to eat if you bring me that again? After everything you've done to me?"
