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 next morning, Kiara woke up feeling sore in the best way possible. Every inch of her body still burned from last night, the imprint of Agastya’s touch lingering like a brand on her skin.
And yet, as she stepped onto campus, surrounded by her friends, a wicked idea took root in her mind.
What if she ignored him today?
Just a little. Just to see how far she could push him.
Would he react? Would he get mad? Or would he pretend nothing happened between them?
A smirk tugged at her lips as she made her decision.
Let’s find out.
🦢
Agastya entered the lecture hall, his eyes scanning the room, landing on her instantly. But instead of holding his gaze like she always did, Kiara looked away.
And not just that, she turned to her friend , laughing at something she said, acting like she didn’t even notice him.
Agastya’s jaw ticked.
Fine.
He continued with the lecture, his eyes flickering to her every few seconds, waiting for her to look at him. But she didn’t. Not even once.
🦢
Between classes, Kiara stood outside with a few classmates, casually chatting. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and unrelenting, but she didn’t turn.
Instead, she did the unthinkable.
She laughed.
Loud enough for him to hear.
At something another guy said.
Agastya’s grip on his notebook tightened, the pages crumpling beneath his fingers.
Oh, she was playing with fire.
🦢
By the time lunch rolled around, Agastya had reached his limit.
Kiara stood in the cafeteria, still stubbornly ignoring him, when it happened.
A guy, some random classmate reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
That was it.
Before she could react, before anyone could process what was happening, Agastya moved.
Fast. Dangerous. Unstoppable.
One second, she was standing in the middle of the cafeteria.
The next?
She was being dragged into an empty classroom, the door slamming shut behind them.
“Agastya...”
“Shut up.”
His voice was low, rough, dripping with something dark and uncontrollable.
Before she could blink, she was pressed against the wall, caged in by his body, his hands gripping her wrists above her head.
“Having fun, little tease?” he growled.
Her breath hitched, a shiver running down her spine at the raw possessiveness in his tone.
She swallowed, feigning innocence. “What are you talking about?”
His grip tightened.
“Don’t play dumb, Kiara.” His eyes were a storm, raging and wild. “You’ve been testing me all fucking day.”
A smirk curled her lips. “So? You got jealous?”
Something in him snapped.
Agastya leaned in, his nose brushing the side of her neck, his voice a dangerous whisper.
“Jealous?” He let out a dark chuckle, pressing his body harder against hers. “No, sweetheart. I’m fucking possessive.”
Her pulse hammered.
His teeth grazed her earlobe, his breath hot. “And I’m done playing your little games.”
Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming, devouring, owning.
He kissed her like he wanted to destroy every thought of another man touching her.
Like he needed her to know she was his.
Only his.
Her knees buckled, but he didn’t let her fall. Instead, he lifted her effortlessly onto the desk, spreading her legs, stepping between them, caging her in so completely she could barely breathe.
“Say it,” he murmured against her lips, his fingers gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
Kiara bit her lip, still wanting to push him just a little more. “Say what?”
His eyes darkened.
Wrong move.
In one swift motion, he yanked her hips to the edge of the desk, his hand slipping beneath her skirt, fingers teasing, threatening, promising punishment.
“Say. It.”
Her breath hitched. “Agastya....”
He pressed harder, making her gasp.
“Say you’re mine, Kiara.” His voice was raw, desperate, unrelenting. “Or I swear, I won’t let you walk out of this room without feeling me every fucking step you take.”
Her body trembled under his touch, pleasure and defiance warring in her head.
But as his fingers slipped lower, as his lips traced down her neck, as the heat between them became unbearable she caved.
“I’m yours.”
The moment the words left her mouth, his control snapped completely.
And he made sure she never forgot it.
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To be continued......
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