What happens when a chirpy, fearless girl walks into college on her first day... and ends up locking horns with the coldest, most intimidating professor on campus? Avni never imagined her biggest enemy would be her own husband. He's her professor. She's his secret wife. He's arrogant, strict, and always in control. She's bold, mischievous, and refuses to follow rules. But secrets can't stay hidden forever. From classroom tension to forbidden glances... from silent war to stolen moments behind closed doors - their story is a storm waiting to explode. Because love was never part of the syllabus... But fate had its own lesson plan. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:- 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒎- 𝑪𝒐𝒎

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝑯𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝑨 𝑹𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❄️👑𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 🩸 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 🖤. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 💰 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⚠️, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 💍 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱-𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 👶 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬...?

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˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.