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He met her as a professor... but loved her like a prayer.
Abhinav Mehra (30)
Architecture professor. 6'1 tall, brown-eyed, dimpled, confident.
Charming without trying, responsible without bragging.
The kind of man girls write poems about... the kind of man who listens.
He believes in love, yes-
but not the old-school, "filmy'' kind.
Not the type that survives storms, rains, lifetimes.
He thinks that kind of love doesn't exist today.
And then... she walked in.
Samira Rathore (24)
Final-year architecture student.
5'6, quiet, clumsy, insecure, a little lost... yet full of softness the world doesn't see.
An only child who reads romance novels like they are oxygen-
half her day spent imagining the kind of love she never expects to get.
She fell in love with him the moment she saw him...
not knowing he would walk into her life as her professor.
She tried to avoid him. She really did.
But how does one avoid someone who feels like home?
Especially when the entire college has a crush on him-
making her believe she is "just like everyone else."
But is she?
Because to him...
she was never "everyone else."
She was the prayer he didn't know he was whispering.
The habit he never meant to form.
The girl who made even his logic bow down to fate.
This is not a simple love story.
This is devotion.
This is longing.
This is warmth, blush, laughter, heartbreak, healing...
and a love so gentle it feels like Ishq written by destiny itself.
If you think this is "just another professor-student romance"...
you're very, very wrong.
This story holds every emotion you crave-
the prayer, the passion, the slow burn, the softness, the storm...
all wrapped in the kind of Ishq that stays with you long after the last page.
This is not just love.
This is A Period Called Ishq.