"Do you really think you can handle me?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"I will prove it to you," she replied, her voice wavering but determined.
"Oh, I doubt it," he teased, his fingers tracing a path down her neck. "But I'll enjoy watching you try."
Her breath hitched as he moved closer, his lips barely grazing her skin. "Your body responds to me, Meerab. You can't hide it."
"I can try," she shot back, though her voice betrayed her.
"Try all you want," he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "But by the time I'm done, you'll be begging for more."
His hands roamed over her body, each touch deliberate and maddeningly slow. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured. "Tied up, helpless, and entirely mine."
"Mur-tasim," she breathed, her resolve weakening with every second.
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Professor Khan's Beloved : A Novel by Tasneem
❥ Enthralled by the Professor's charm, she found herself in his literary dance ❥
In the hallowed halls of London University, a shy yet determined student, Meerab Mahnoor, crosses paths with the enigmatic Professor Murtasim Khan, whose dominance and passion for literature captivate everyone around him. As Meerab navigates the challenges of her studies, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to the magnetic Professor Khan. Their worlds intertwine in a dance of intellect and emotion, where secrets are unveiled and desires awakened. In the midst of academic rigors and personal trials, will Meerab's quiet strength and Professor Khan's commanding presence lead them to a love that transcends the ordinary?
Trops:
~ Slow burn 🦥❤️🔥
~ Royal Romance 👑💑
~ Secret Marriage 🤐👰♀️ 🤵♂️
~ CousinXEnemies to Lover 👻💋
~ ProfessorXStudent Romance 🧑🏫👩🎓💕
~ Happppppppppppppppppy Ending ☺️🫠
Started Writing: 10. 06. 2024
Finished Writing:
- No R4R, V4V, or C4C, thanks!
- Read if it attracts you ♥
❥ A Glimpse of the Story ✧*。
"𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏?" he said, his voice a mix of hurt and rage, as he pressed the gun to his chest. "𝑼𝒔𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒚𝒂?"
I raised both hands to calm him down, my eyes fixed on the black gun. My legs were shaking with fear. But deep down, my subconscious told me he wouldn't hurt me. Still, a part of me feared he might harm himself.
"𝑴𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒎, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏... 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕..." I whispered, my voice breaking as he grabbed my chin.
"'𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚?' 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 '𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚?' 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 10 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆? 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕."
His words hit me like a storm. My ears burned as if on fire. I couldn't react-I was beyond shocked. Stunned. Speechless. Petrified.
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁!