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The silk of the robe slipped completely off my shoulder, pooling at my waist as Sarim's heavy gaze tracked its descent. "You shouldn't be looking at me like that, Sarim sir," I breathed, my heart hammering frantically against my ribs. I tried to step back, but the back of my thighs hit the edge of his mattress, trapping me. "I told you never to call me that in this house, Irha," he growled, closing the remaining distance until the heat of his bare chest pressed directly against mine. The friction of his starched shirt against my skin made my breath hitch.Before I could speak, his large hands clamped firmly onto my waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft curve of my hips. He lifted me effortlessly, settling me onto the edge of the bed so we were eye-to-eye. He stepped between my thighs, his solid weight pinning me to the mattress as his hands slid slowly upward past my waist, mapping the curve of my ribs, until his palms rested flat against my racing chest, feeling the wild thud of my heartbeat. "Out there, I am your teacher," he murmured, his hands sliding back down to grip my thighs, pulling me flush against his hard frame. His lips traced an agonizingly slow, burning path down my neck. "But in this room, behind locked doors... you are my wife. And I am tired of pretending I don't want to ruin you."
Irha Fatima's life has been marked by silence, pain, and survival, a fragile soul carrying scars no one ever saw. Sarim Waleed, her teacher, carries storms of guilt and unspoken care, torn between duty and desire. Their worlds collide in secrecy, where his protective gestures - a phone, clothes, freedom - become lifelines, and her whispered "Sir" reveals both gratitude and vulnerability. Together they walk the thin line between forbidden love and fragile healing, bound by trust, guilt, and an unbreakable pull toward each other.
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