𝐃𝐫.𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧;𝟑𝟏
A powerful and dominating man, a successful owner of the most prestigious &expensive coaching centers. He is known for his aggressive, no-nonsense attitude, and lives alone in a lavish mansion across fr...
Think I need someone older Just a little bit colder Takes the weight off your shoulders Think I need someone older Baby, am I your little secret? 18, I'm old enough to keep it
~Isabel LaRosa
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"Why do I always become so nervous in front of him? The heck!"
I mentally groaned, making a face.
There was something about Prithvi that always managed to mess with my nerves, and I hated it.
The way he looked at me, that piercing gaze, always made me feel like I was about to be scolded. Or worse... judged.
"Are you okay, Miss Agarwal?"
Prithvi's deep, stern voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned to face him, trying to keep my composure, but there he was, with that same cold intimidating expression.
His dark eyes pinned me in place, staring at me like I was some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve.
Or eat alive, I couldn't tell.
"Ugh", why does he always look like that?
"I asked something, Miss Agarwal,"
He repeated, this time his voice more demanding, more...intense.
"Iski Maa ka Miss Agarwal... "
I muttered under my breath, barely keeping myself from rolling my eyes. The nerve of this man!
"Yes, sir. I'm fine,"
I replied, forcing a fake smile, my voice way too polite for my liking.
"Hmm, Good to hear,"
He said, his gaze never wavering from mine.
There was something in his tone, something...off. Like he wasn't convinced at all, but more like he enjoyed watching me squirm.
He continued to stare at me, not saying anything. Just that annoying, intense, all-consuming look that made me want to disappear.
What was his problem? Did he really hate me that much?
Or was it just his way of asserting his authority over everyone?
I fidgeted, pretending to adjust the strap of my bag, anything to avoid looking directly at him. But I could still feel his eyes on me like they were burning holes into my skin. Why did I always feel so uneasy around him?
"You know," he finally said, his voice calm but with that hint of strictness that made it clear he wasn't done with me yet.
"If you need help with physics, I expect you to ask. I don't tolerate mediocrity, Miss Agarwal."
