Kiara Mehta never expected her final year at university to turn into a whirlwind of temptation and desire. When the dangerously charming Agastya Agarwal steps in as an intern professor, he becomes the center of every whispered conversation and stole...
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Kiara’s heart pounded as she stared at Agastya, standing just inside her apartment, his chest rising and falling like he had been running, like he had been fighting something inside himself.
Maybe he had.
Maybe they both had.
But now, in the dim glow of her living room, there was no running. No pretending. No denying the electricity crackling between them.
“Agastya…” she whispered, unsure if she was asking him to stay or to leave before this went too far.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, and in one step, he closed the distance between them.
“I tried,” he murmured, his fingers skimming her jaw, tilting her chin up. “I tried to walk away, Kiara.”
Her breath caught.
His voice was low, rough, like he hated himself for being here but hated the idea of not being here even more.
She swallowed hard. “Then why didn’t you?”
His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his gaze darkening. “Because I don’t want to.”
And that was all it took.
His lips crashed onto hers, stealing the air from her lungs, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him.
This wasn’t careful. This wasn’t slow. This was madness.
Kiara’s fingers twisted into his shirt, pulling him closer, her body molding into his like she belonged there. Like she had always belonged there.
His hands slid under her shirt, fingers splaying against her bare skin, igniting a fire so intense it drowned out everything else every warning, every reason to stop.
But when he backed her up against the couch, his weight pressing her down, a flicker of reality cut through the haze.
“Agastya…” she breathed, her fingers trembling against his chest. “We...”
“I know,” he rasped, forehead pressing against hers, his breath heavy and uneven. “But tell me to stop, Kiara. Tell me you don’t want this, and I swear I’ll walk away.”
Her heart clenched.
She should say it.
She should push him away.
But when she looked into his eyes, full of need, of conflict, of something deeper than either of them wanted to admit…
She knew.
There was no stopping this.
Not now.
Not ever.
Instead of answering, she grabbed his collar, pulling him down until their lips met again in a heated, reckless kiss.
And just like that, they stopped thinking.
Because tonight, nothing else mattered.
Not the rules. Not the consequences. Not the world waiting outside.
Only them.
Only this.
And neither of them wanted to stop.
To Be Continued…
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