Marry me, professor!(18+)
11 parts Ongoing MatureNot 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."