Invisibly Visible (Professor × Student)

Chapter 63💜🦋

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Seetha

My blissful, exhausted sleep was abruptly ruined by Mr. Aayush Kumar-my great professor-who had now become my even greater, great husband.

Groaning at his incessant shouts, I lazily lifted the duvet off my chest-only to pull it over my face in a desperate attempt to muffle his voice. But before I could find solace in its warmth again, a sudden tug ripped it away, leaving me exposed to the merciless morning.

I whined in protest, reluctantly cracking my sleepy eyes open, only to be met with his fake glare as he sat beside me on the bed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes at me and just get up and get ready"

He ordered, his voice firm.

Get ready?

I blinked, still half-asleep, and mumbled,

"Get ready?"

In a drowsy voice.

He didn't even bother turning to me as he walked towards the mirror in front of our bed, fixing his hair casually. Before,

"Yeah. Get ready soon"

He repeated.

My sleepy gaze instinctively followed him-only to land on his bare back, his toned muscles flexing slightly as he adjusted his hair. The towel hung loosely around his waist, teasing just enough to make my drowsiness fade in an instant.

And just like that, memories of the previous night-our first night-flooded my mind, making my skin heat up.

It wasn't what I had expected.

I had assumed he would back off if I said I was scared or if I hesitated even a little. I thought I could get away with pretending, but I quickly realized something-he knew me too well.

He saw right through me. He understood that I wasn't scared or uncomfortable. I was just... nervous. Nervous about my own thoughts, my own insecurities-about my body, about being enough.

And yet, he never let me dwell on those fears.

He handled me like I was the most precious thing to him, loving me with a tenderness I never knew I needed. He made love to me in the most unforgettable way, turning our first night into a memory I would cherish forever.

I don't know how many times or how many years we will share this intimate bond, but one thing I'm certain of-no matter what, I will never forget our first time, our first night, and the way he made me feel like I was his everything.

And about the sex we shared that night-it was beyond words. Wonderful, intoxicating, and utterly addicting, yet it was something more, something I couldn't quite define.

It felt as if we were made for each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.

His sweet murmurs, the way his hands massaged my abdomen to soothe my pain in between-it was all imprinted in my heart forever. He is not just incredibly hot material; he is the perfect husband material. Period.

As I smiled, reliving the memories of our first night, I felt my cheeks warm up with a soft pink blush. But just as I was lost in my thoughts, a sudden tap on the back of my head snapped me out of it.

Hissing, I lifted my face to see him standing there, arms crossed over his chest, giving me that look-the one that said he knew exactly where my mind had wandered.