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 didn’t expect to see him.
Not waiting like that.
Agastya stood by the department steps, arms folded, eyes scanning the crowd until they locked with hers.
Her breath caught.
It had been days. Days of avoidance. Silence. Pain. She’d stopped hoping.
“Kiara,” he said gently, stepping forward.
She froze. “What do you want?”
He inhaled slowly. “A second chance.”
She blinked. “…what?”
“I’ve been awful to you. And I don’t expect you to forgive me. But if there's even the smallest part of you that still wants to try....I’m here. This time, I’m not running.”
Kiara’s throat burned.
“And why now?”
Agastya looked down, then back at her. “Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel everything when I look at you.”
A pause.
“I want to make it right. Let me take you out. Just dinner. Nothing more if you don’t want it.”
He said it softly. Not like a demand. But a plea.
She hesitated. Then finally nodded.
Agastya smiled. Not the cold, smug curve she knew. This one was real. Hopeful.
🦢
That evening.
The restaurant was quiet, tucked between city noise and soft yellow lights. He pulled out her chair. Held doors open. He didn’t check his phone once. Just… looked at her.
They talked. Laughed. Teased.
She told him about her childhood habit of burning toasts and blaming the toaster. He told her he’d once punched a guy in 9th grade for calling his sister fat.
It felt easy. And yet… magical.
Like they’d found their rhythm in a world that had tried too hard to silence them.
And somewhere between the shared dessert , his fingers brushed hers.
He didn’t pull away.
Neither did she.
🦢
Later They stood in front of her dorm gate.
No one spoke for a moment.
Agastya looked at her like he didn’t want to leave.
“I didn’t know how badly I needed tonight,” he whispered.
Kiara’s voice trembled. “Me neither.”
And before she could think, he leaned in slowly. Carefully.
Giving her every second to pull away.
She didn’t.
Their lips met soft, slow, full of the kind of longing that aches deep in the bones.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild.
It was home.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers.
“I wish I’d done this sooner.”
Kiara’s eyes glistened. “It was worth the wait.”
🦢
Next morning . 7:14am.
Meher stood by the university gate, sipping her coffee.
Eyes cold. Smile sharp.
“You looked cozy last night,” she said to Agastya as he approached. “Dinner, kiss, little forehead touch… so couples in love coded.”
Agastya stiffened. “You followed us?”
She held up her phone. “No need. The café has cameras.”
He clenched his jaw. “Stay out of this.”
“Oh, I would,” she purred. “But what if these pictures landed in the dean’s inbox? Or your university ethics committee? Or better on the student WhatsApp groups?”
Agastya’s face turned pale.
Meher stepped closer, dropping her voice. “One word from me, and her future goes down with yours. Think carefully.”
He looked away.
“Choose wisely, Agastya. Me or her. Because if I open my mouth...” She smiled. “It’s not just your job you’ll lose.”
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To be continued…
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