Marry me, professor!(18+)

🥀 Prologue 🥀

Dear Readers,

As we reach the initiation of this book, I want to take a moment to acknowledge the sensitive nature of the story we're exploring. The love between Vansh, a Naxalite, and Riddhima, his student, is complex and multifaceted, and I understand that it may challenge some of your beliefs and values.

Please know that my intention is not to glorify or promote any particular ideology or movement, but rather to explore the human emotions and relationships that exist beyond the boundaries of societal expectations.

This book is a work of fiction, and I've taken creative liberties to craft a narrative that is both thought-provoking and engaging. I respect and appreciate your willingness to immerse yourself in this story, and I hope that it will inspire empathy, understanding, and critical thinking.

Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I look forward to sharing the rest of Vansh and Riddhima's story with you.

Sincerely,

[Your  author Ahmirah]

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Gayatri's voice cut through the silence, her words piercing the air like a dagger.

"Vansh, do you really love Riddhima, or are you just using her as a pawn?" she asked, her eyes fixed intently on mine.

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. I lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before responding.

Gayatri's question had hit a little too close to home.

I turned away from her, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. The smoke from my cigarette curled around my face, casting a haze over my features.

For a moment, I just looked at myself, searching for an answer.

And then, a romantic look crossed my face, a softness that I rarely showed.

"I don't know, Gayatri," I said, my voice low and husky. "Maybe I am using her. Maybe I'm just using myself."

I turned back to Gayatri, my eyes locked on hers.

"But what I do know is that I want her. I want her in my life, in my bed, in my heart."

Gayatri raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise on her face.

"You're in deep, Vansh," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're playing with fire."

I nodded, taking another drag on my cigarette.

"I know," I said. "But I'm willing to take the risk. For Riddhima, I'll do anything."

Gayatri shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

"You're a mystery, Vansh," she said. "Even to yourself."

I smiled, a wry look on my face.

"Maybe that's what makes me so interesting," I said, my eyes glinting with amusement.

But as I looked at Gayatri, I knew that she saw right through me. She saw the vulnerability, the uncertainty.

And yet, she still stood by me, still supported me.

I nodded, my expression serious.

"Thanks, Gayatri," I said. "Thanks for being here for me."

Gayatri smiled, her eyes warm.

"That's what friends are for, Vansh," she said. "Now let's get back to work. We have a long road ahead of us."

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