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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The campus was buzzing with its usual midday energy. Students strolled across the grounds, some chatting in groups, others rushing to their next classes. It was an ordinary day. Until it wasn’t.
Kiara stood in the center of it all, frozen, as a guy she barely knew stood before her, holding out a bouquet of red roses.
“Kiara,” his voice rang loud and clear, drawing attention from everyone nearby. “I’ve liked you for a long time. And I know this is sudden, but… will you go out with me?”
A sharp inhale echoed around them as dozens of students turned to watch the scene unfold.
Kiara’s brain blanked.
What the...?
She barely even knew this guy. They’d spoken once or twice, exchanged a few words in passing, but nothing more. And yet, here he was, standing in front of her with hopeful eyes, waiting for an answer.
Heat crept up her neck as whispers spread through the crowd.
“Damn, another one?” “Kiara Mehta’s really popular, huh?” “Do you think she’ll say yes?”
She shifted on her feet, caught between panic and secondhand embarrassment. This was too much attention. Too many eyes on her. And worse? she could feel his gaze.
Agastya.
She didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching.
She could feel his presence like a storm rolling in, the intensity of it pressing against her skin.
Her heart pounded.
What was she supposed to do?
Reject the guy in front of everyone? Accept just to be polite?
She swallowed, forcing a polite smile. “That’s… really sweet of you, but...”
Her words died in her throat as a familiar voice cut through the crowd.
Cold. Sharp. And absolutely livid.
“Is this a proposal or a public spectacle?”
The entire campus seemed to hold its breath.
Slowly, Kiara turned.
Agastya stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight she swore she could hear his teeth grinding.
His eyes...dark, furious, and unreadable were locked onto the poor guy in front of her, who visibly tensed under the weight of his stare.
The atmosphere shifted.
Gone was the casual amusement of onlookers.
Now, they were witnessing something else entirely.
