Trisha Malhotra is a 21-year-old college student, naturally clumsy and always dropping something or bumping into people.

She's soft-spoken, observant, and usually lost in her own thoughts during lectures.

Her style is simple and comfortable-jeans, kurtis, oversized hoodies-with messy hair she keeps fixing nervously.

She feels deeply but hides it behind quiet smiles and silence.

Without trying, her innocence and awkward charm make her stand out.

Ishaan Shikhawat is a composed and intensely private professor who joined the college two months ago.

Age = 27

He's calm, controlled, and careful with words, maintaining a clear emotional distance.

His appearance is always sharp-clean shirts, steady posture, no room for disorder.

He has painful and mysterious past that has taught him restraint, visible in his guarded eyes.

No matter how cold he acts, some feelings refuse to stay buried.

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Prologue❤️🙈

Ahh..ish-aah-an please"

she pleaded, voice husky broken by need

her naked body was pressed against bathroom wall and water cascading on both of them creating a foggy moment

What, please, wifey?" he growled at her ear, lips brushing the delicate curve of her jaw. "You'll have to say it properly." he said while his one hand kneading her breast and other one teasing her entrance with his length

" I..want..aahh..please ishaan " she sobbed against His chest

"Let me hear those sweet words, or I'll keep you dangling right here, trembling on the edge until you're begging," he whispered, biting her earlobe.

P-please, Ishaan... I need you," she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears mixed with the water streaming down her face. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his wet skin

" say it fast sweetheart I can't wait anymore to devour you " he said while slapping her clit with his manhood and she flinched at the sensation

"I... fucking... want you, Ishaan Shikhwat! " she snapped, voice half-sob, half-lioness roar.."

"Fuck me... , husband, fill me up. I can't take it anymore-make me yours, if you don't do it right now i promise i will kill you right here and no one will get to know the reason of your death" and then Her hands seized his mouth instead of his shoulders this time; she kissed him hard, teeth clashing, water flooding their lips and his smirk grew wider within their kiss

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"Please dont do this to me trisha?" his voice broke. "I loved you... I loved you more than my own life."

A tear slipped from his eyes, but she didn't wipe it away.

"Don't," she whispered, pushing him back as if his touch burned her. "Don't act like the victim, Ishaan."

Her eyes shimmered-not with love, but with hurt.

"You destroyed my life. My Every dream, my every relation my trust ."

She took a shaky breath.

"I want a divorce."

Guys it my very first time while writing something like this so please don't judge🙂🫠

So let's get dive into journey of professor ishaan shikhawat and our cutie trisha Malhotra 😁❤️