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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧

"Miss Agarwal, stay back and meet me after the class,

As the lecture finally wrapped up, I watched the students shuffle out one by one, leaving only Lavanya, Raj, and Shruti behind. 

Lavanya shot a subtle glance toward her friends, signaling they should go. 

But Raj—The little rat—couldn't just walk away.

I saw him approach, calm but determined, as if he thought he could change my mind.

"Sir, it wasn't only Anya's mistake. We were all involved," Raj said, attempting to shoulder some of the blame.

Shruti quickly stepped in, her voice filled with sincerity. "Yes, sir, we were all laughing."

I glanced at Raj. His words lingered in the air, but it didn't matter. My tone sharpened, cutting through the silence.

"Don't take your girlfriend's side now, Mr. Raj. You may leave."

His face was red, clearly not expecting that. "Sir, it's not like that," he retorted.

Enough of this.

"YOU BOTH MAY LEAVE," 

I said, clenching my jaw tightly as Raj and Shruti exchanged quick glances before shuffling out of the room. 

The moment they left, I turned my attention towards her.

"So, Miss Agarwal," I began, my voice calm but sharp, "as your father mentioned, your physics grades are dropping. Am I right?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes downcast, looking almost like a baby. 

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

"Words...LOVE

Fuck.

I began to say before the word slipped out. Shit. What the hell did I just say?

Lavanya's head snapped up, her wide, innocent eyes staring at me in shock. Those baby eyes. 

Fuck.

I quickly corrected myself, clearing my throat. 

"—Anya... Lavanya, I want words."

"Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice small as she looked down again.

Fuck.

My dick.

Oh god.

Focus you pervert she is so pure for this.

I tried to keep my voice steady, but the image of her with Raj was still burning in my mind. My blood was boiling.

"Of course, they are. What else would you expect when you're too busy playing around with that little boy instead of focusing on your studies?"

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