Our Forbidden Love

21.

Kiara stormed out of the empty classroom, her skin still burning from Agastya’s touch.

He left her like that.

No release. No satisfaction.

Nothing but frustration and a cruel smirk.

The audacity.

Oh, he thought he was in control? That she would just take this punishment without fighting back?

Fine.

Two could play this game.

🦢

The next day, she made sure he noticed her.

She wore a fitted dress that hugged every curve perfectly, something just short enough to make a statement but not enough to break any rules.

She laughed louder in class. Smiled more at other guys.

And when one of her male friends leaned in to whisper something to her, she made sure Agastya was watching.

She felt his gaze burning into her from across the room.

She didn’t dare look at him.

Not yet.

🦢

By the time class ended, she could feel his rage.

And she loved it.

But the moment she stepped into the hallway, a firm grip caught her wrist, yanking her into an empty office.

The door slammed shut.

Kiara barely had a second to react before Agastya was on her.

“You really think this is funny?” His voice was low, dangerous.

She smirked. “What, Professor? I was just...”

His hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Say it again.” His grip tightened slightly. “Say Professor again like you weren’t just trying to drive me insane all day.”

Her breath hitched.

Because he was insane.

Insane with jealousy.

His eyes dark, feral, untamed promised destruction.

Kiara’s pulse raced.

“Did you like it?” she taunted, voice softer now. “Watching someone else whisper in my ear?”

Agastya’s jaw clenched. “You think I won’t fucking ruin you?”

His hands were on her in an instant, shoving her back against the desk.

“I warned you.” His mouth crashed onto hers, punishing, desperate.

Her body arched into him, a gasp escaping as his hands roamed possessively, gripping, claiming, tearing away any space between them.