Shubman: (his voice dark with possessiveness, gripping her waist as he pulls her closer) "You think you can play games with me, Elara? Letting other men get too close?"
Elara: (her breath shaky, trying to mask her vulnerability, but her voice soft) "What are you going to do about it, Gilly? You think I'm yours?"
Shubman: (his eyes darken as his grip tightens, pulling her back against his chest, his lips brushing her ear) "I don't just think you're mine, Elara. I know it. And I'll make sure you know it too." (His lips trail down her neck as he pulls her tighter, the weight of his presence overwhelming her.)
Elara: (a shiver runs through her as she melts into him, her hands resting against his chest, voice barely above a whisper) "Do what you have to... I'm not fighting you, Shubman."
Shubman: (his hand slides down her body, the air between them charged with tension, his voice low and commanding) "Good girl. You're going to feel every second of it... and you'll never forget who owns you." (He leans in, kissing her with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt.)
A student professor arrange marriage romance 。*♡✧*。
✧She was his gravity , his fucking planet and he was lost without her ✧
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TROPES-
Arrange marriage ✓
Age gap ✓
Student × Professor ✓
Grumpy × Sunshine ✓
Slow burn✓
Jealousy ✓
Green flag ✓