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 - 04 •
Amariah's POV:
I slowly opened my eyes, squinting from the gentle sunlight peeking through the slightly opened curtain. I stretched my arms, letting out a soft sigh. My body felt heavy, relaxed. I turned to my side, facing... him.
My vision was blurry, but as I focused, I saw Arhaan's peaceful face. His features softened in sleep, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. A warm smile spread across my face, and I snuggled deeper into the crook of his neck, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort.
But suddenly, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes snapped open, and I jerked back, creating distance between us. I stared at Arhaan, my mind racing.
"What is he doing here? On my bed."
"Arhaan?" I whispered, my voice trembling. He didn't stir.
I glanced at him, then around the room, confusion etched on my face. The fog of last night's events swirled in my mind, refusing to clear. "How did you...?" I whispered to myself, shocked and confused, the words barely escaping my lips.
As I tried to pull away, creating distance between us, his arms swiftly enveloped me. His gentle hold was a stark contrast to the cold metal that had bound me for so long. I pushed against him, but his arms remained, a steady presence.
"Let me go!" I protested, my voice laced with desperation.
But as my hands pressed against his chest, my gaze fell upon my wrists. The cuffs were gone. My eyes widened in shock, incredulity coursing through my veins. I looked down, my heart racing, and saw that my legs were no longer bound either.
The realization hit me like a tidal wave: I was free.
"Did he...leave me free?" I thought, the question was swirling in my mind like a maelstrom. "But how?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Doubts crept in, taunting me. Was this a trick? A clever ruse to lull me into complacency? Or had something fundamentally changed?
My gaze drifted back to my unshackled wrists, the sight sending shivers down my spine. Freedom, a concept I thought I'd lost forever, now seemed within reach.
His hands remained around me, but their hold was no longer restrictive. It was almost...protective. A strange sense of security washed over me, conflicting with the turmoil within.
My thoughts swirled, trying to grasp the situation, looking at my hand. What did it mean? And what did he plan next? The uncertainty hung in the air, a palpable presence between us.
I gazed back at him, my eyes back onto my hand as I touched the skin where the cuffs once bit, the relief coursing through me like a river. Three months of captivity, fear, and desperation seemed to melt away, leaving only questions.
