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Book #1 Forbidden Fault Chronicles [ Can be read as standalone ] Their Fault: My Professor She was nineteen. Loud, clumsy, sunshine in human form. He was thirty-nine. Sharp, silent, and colder than the marble floors of the university he ruled. Nimra Hassan never wanted to study literature-let alone marry the man who taught it. But in a world where power moves behind closed doors, she became the pawn in a game far older than her. Professor Zaid Choudhary didn't ask for a wife. Especially not one who wears chaos like lipstick and flirts with danger in every step. But the past has claws. And Nimra's blood was never ordinary. One year. That was the contract. No love. No touch. No questions. But what happens when secrets start to bleed? When the professor can't stay away? And when the truth isn't just buried-but armed, waiting? Who is Nimra Hassan really? Why was she married... or more importantly-why was she marked? ___________________________________________ ⚠️ Contains Highly Mature Content ⚠️ 🔞 This story is filthy, funny, and fully Wattpad-legal. All characters are 18+.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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