Marry me, professor!(18+)

Not a fanfiction ❌❌❌
Has smut.

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."