As everyone got busy, Sharayu discreetly reached for her phone, sending a quick message to Satish.
Sharayu: “My house is under attack. Gargi and Vardaan are here. Send help.”
Within seconds, her phone buzzed with a reply.
Satish: “Oh no, soldiers incoming. Take cover. Don’t get caught.”
She giggled softly, but before she could reply, Gargi suddenly snatched her phone.
Gargi (raising an eyebrow): “Hmm, whom are you giggling at?”
Sharayu’s heart almost jumped out of her chest.
Sharayu (nervously): “Uh…meme group chat!”
Gargi: “Oh really? Let me see!”
Before Gargi could snoop further, Vardaan saved the day by pulling at her dupatta.
Vardaan: “Mumma, mujhe chocolate chahiye!”
Taking the distraction as an opportunity, Sharayu quickly snatched her phone back and let out a breath of relief.
Vardaan, despite being just three years old, had a voice loud enough to wake up an entire colony. At the moment, he was sitting on the floor, surrounded by Chaitanya ’s old toys, creating a ‘train station’ while shouting orders at an imaginary staff.
Vardaan (serious tone): “Chalo chalo, sab passenger andar! Train bas abhi niklegi!
Aai chuckled as she brought tea for everyone, while Baba sat on his chair, flipping through a newspaper.
Meanwhile, Gargi sat next to Sharayu, giving her a knowing look.
Gargi (smirking): “So tell me, Miss Accident Queen, how did this tragedy happen? Did you fall or did someone push you? Be honest.”
Sharayu groaned. “Dii, please, not you too! I was just walking and lost my balance, that’s it!”
Gargi: “Haan haan, ekdum innocent ladki. I don’t believe a word you say.”
Vardaan, still busy with his train, suddenly looked up.
Vardaan: “Mau ko kisne giraaya? Main usko fight karunga!”
Everyone laughed at his tiny, serious expression.
Sharayu (pulling his cheeks): “Mere hero! You’ll protect Mau?”
Vardaan (proudly puffing his chest): “Haan! Main ek din police banunga!”
Sharayu giggled, but her phone buzzed in her lap. She quickly glanced at the screen—Satish.
Her heart did a tiny flip. But before she could react, Gargi’s sharp eyes caught the movement.
Gargi (raising an eyebrow): “Who’s messaging you, haan?”
Sharayu immediately fumbled with her phone. “Uh… college group! Assignment discussion.”
Gargi (narrowing her eyes): “Hmm. College group? At this hour?”
Sharayu nodded furiously. “Yes! College people are very studious, you know!”
But Gargi wasn’t convinced.
Gargi: “Kuch toh gadbad hai. Tere chehre pe jo suspicious smile hai, who bata raha hai ki tu jhoot bol rahi hai.”
Sharayu gulped. Her sister knew her too well.
Vardaan (interrupting, pouting): “Mujhe story sunni hai!”
Aai smiled. “Accha beta, Mau se suno. Kab se toh phone leke baithi hai, abhi time hai.”
Gargi smirked at this. “Haan, Mau phone pe kisse baatein karti hai, Vardaan? Kya koi special friend hai?”
Sharayu shot her sister a deadly look, but before she could retaliate, Gargi’s phone rang.
It was a video call from Satish’s number.
Sharayu almost choked on air.
She quickly snatched the phone from Gargi’s hand, pretending to stretch.
Gargi (confused): “Arey—what the hell?”
Sharayu (fake laughing): “Oh my God, my leg suddenly started hurting! Aai, can I get a pillow?”
Aai rushed to get it, and Sharayu took the chance to quickly reject the call.
She then texted Satish in panic:
Sharayu: “Are you crazy?! My sisteris literally sitting beside me!”
A second later, her phone buzzed.
Satish: “Shit. I meant to call you. What if she had picked up? Would’ve been fun explaining who I am, huh?”
Sharayu glared at her phone.
Sharayu: “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Satish: “A little bit. But I miss you more.”
Her heart melted at that. But before she could reply, Gargi snatched her phone this time.
Gargi: “Now who is it, haan? Who’s messaging my behen?”
Sharayu panicked.
Sharayu: “Uhhh… assignment… submission… reminder!”
Gargi: “Kitni assignments rehti hai is college mein?! Mein principal se baat karungi!”
Sharayu sighed in relief as Gargi finally got distracted by Vardaan, who was now demanding to hear a bedtime story.
The moment everyone else went to sleep, Gargi slipped into Sharayu’s room and plopped onto her bed like she owned the place.
Gargi (smirking): “So. Ready to tell me who he is?”
Sharayu, who had been peacefully scrolling through her phone, almost dropped it.
Sharayu (innocently): “Who is who?”
Gargi (rolling her eyes): “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been glowing like a love-struck idiot despite having a fractured leg. Who’s the guy?”
Sharayu forced a yawn, trying to play it cool.
Sharayu: “Dii, you overthink too much. Maybe it’s just good skincare?”
Gargi scoffed.
Gargi: “Haan, haan. And I’m the Prime Minister.”
Sharayu groaned. There was no way Gargi was letting this go.
Gargi (leaning closer): “Look, I don’t care who he is. I just wanna know if he’s worth all this sneaking around.”
Sharayu hesitated. Her heart was saying, YES, he is so worth it. But her brain was screaming, DO NOT TELL HER.
Gargi (narrowing her eyes): “Wait a second. It’s not someone from your college, is it?”
Sharayu swallowed.
Gargi gasped dramatically.
Gargi: “Oh my God. It is! It is, isn’t it?!”
Sharayu (panicking): “Shhh! Dii, Vardaan is sleeping “
Gargi (whispering but still dramatic): “Oh my God, you’re dating a college guy?! No wonder you’re acting so fishy!”
Sharayu exhaled in relief. Let her think that.
But Gargi wasn’t convinced.
Gargi (narrowing her eyes): “Hmm. Then why are you acting like this is some undercover mission?”
Sharayu forced a laugh. “Because you’re being dramatic!”
Gargi (squinting): “Alright. What’s his name?”
Sharayu froze.
For the first time, she hadn’t planned a fake name.
Her mind went blank. And that was a problem. Because Gargi knew her too well.
Gargi (crossing her arms): “You don’t know your own boyfriend’s name?”
Sharayu (awkwardly): “Uh…Dii it’s nothing as you are thinking”
Just then, the universe saved her in the form of Vardaan sleep-talking.
Vardaan (mumbling in his sleep): “Mujhe ice cream chahiye… chocolate wala… no, vanilla…”
Gargi turned to look at him, and Sharayu grabbed the opportunity to change the topic.
Sharayu (quickly): “Dii, you should go sleep! Vardaan might wake up and start demanding ice cream at 2 AM!”
Gargi sighed.
She wasn’t satisfied, but she let it go.
For now.
Gargi (pointing a finger at her): “This conversation is not over, Miss Suspicious. I will find out.”
Sharayu laughed nervously.
It was a quiet morning—or at least, it was supposed to be.
Sharayu was sitting comfortably on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when Gargi suddenly dropped onto the seat beside her.
A little too close.
Sharayu narrowed her eyes. Something was up.
Sharayu (suspiciously): “Dii… why are you looking at me like that?”
Gargi (sweetly, too sweetly): “Looking at you like what?”
Sharayu: “Like you’re about to interrogate me for some crime I didn’t commit.”
Gargi (laughing): “Oh, please. I’m just making conversation!”
Sharayu knew better.
And she was right.
Because the next thing Gargi said made her heart jump into her throat.
Gargi (casually, but eyes sharp): “So… who’s the guy?”
Sharayu choked on air.
Sharayu (coughing): “W-what guy?”
Gargi rolled her eyes.
Gargi: “The one you’re always smiling at your phone for. The one who makes you giggle like a schoolgirl. The one who has turned you into this—” (gesturing dramatically at her) “—a lovesick fool.”
Sharayu forced a laugh.
Sharayu: “Dii, I have NO idea what you’re talking about.”
Gargi (raising an eyebrow): “Oh really? Then why do you check your phone every two minutes?”
Sharayu (casually putting her phone away): “I do not.”
Gargi: “And why do you blush every time it rings?”
Sharayu: “I don’t blush!”
Gargi: “Oh, you do. I saw it yesterday. And the day before. “
Sharayu sighed. This was dangerous territory.
Gargi smirked, leaning in closer.
Gargi: “Come on, just tell me. What’s the harm? I’ll even help you!”
Sharayu: “There’s nothing to tell.”
Gargi (dramatic sigh): “You used to be so honest! But now look at you—hiding things from your own sister!”
Sharayu pressed her lips together, determined not to slip.
But Gargi wasn’t done yet.
She suddenly sat up, snapping her fingers.
Gargi: “Okay, fine. If you won’t tell me, I’ll just make a guess.”
Sharayu froze.
Sharayu (nervously): “Guess?”
Gargi (grinning): “Yup! Let’s see… he must be someone serious, responsible… but also fun, because you laugh too much these days.”
Sharayu gulped.
Gargi (thinking out loud): “Hmm… definitely mature. Not some childish college boy. Someone who knows how to take care of you.”
Sharayu’s heart skipped a beat.
Gargi was too close to the truth.
Gargi: “He’s smart too, isn’t he? Because you only respect intelligent men. And… let’s see… he’s probably well-mannered but can also be a little strict when needed—because you always say you like ‘men with authority’!”
Sharayu turned red.
Gargi (suddenly gasping): “Wait. WAIT. Tell me something—does he wear formals a lot?”
Sharayu’s soul nearly left her body.
She stared at Gargi, speechless.
Gargi’s grin widened.
Gargi (teasing): “Oh my God. He does, doesn’t he?!”
Sharayu (stammering): “N-no! I mean—what?! That’s ridiculous!”
Gargi: “Hah! Caught you!”
Sharayu groaned, grabbing a pillow and hitting Gargi with it.
Sharayu (whining): “Dii, stop it!”
Gargi (laughing, dodging the pillow): “Oh, this is getting interesting! So, he’s mature, responsible, intelligent, strict but fun, and wears formals—Sharayu, are you dating a businessman or a professor?!”
Sharayu’s breath hitched.
And that one second of hesitation was all Gargi needed.
Her eyes widened.
She slowly leaned in, staring at Sharayu’s face with pure shock.
Gargi (whispering dramatically): “Oh my God. It’s a professor, isn’t it?”
Sharayu’s soul nearly left her body.
She jumped up from the couch, waving her hands.
Sharayu (panicking): “WHAT?! NO! DII, YOU’VE LOST YOUR MIND, HOW COULD I DATE MY PROFESSOR!”
Gargi (narrowing her eyes, grinning): “I never even said it was your professor. But… now I’m wondering.”
Sharayu wanted to SCREAM.
Sharayu (gritting her teeth): “I hate you.”
Gargi (laughing): “I love you too, little sis.”
Gargi sat across from her on the bed, arms crossed, wearing the smuggest smirk imaginable. Vardaan was sitting beside her, playing with his toy car, blissfully unaware that his Mau’s love life was under interrogation.
Sharayu, on the other hand, was dying inside.
She had barely survived Round One.
But Gargi?
She was just getting started.
Gargi (dramatically): “So… let’s review the evidence, shall we?”
Sharayu groaned, falling back on the bed.
Sharayu (muffled into the pillow): “There is no evidence because there is nothing to talk about!”
Gargi: “Lies! Your hesitation, your sudden nervous breakdown, and your deep appreciation for men in formals all say otherwise!”
Sharayu grabbed another pillow and threw it at her.
Sharayu (gritting her teeth): “Dii, I swear, I will suffocate you in your sleep!”
Gargi (catching the pillow effortlessly): “You’ll have to catch me first, Ma’am Fractured Leg!”
Vardaan giggled, completely oblivious to the tension.
Sharayu exhaled sharply.
Gargi (leaning forward, eyes gleaming): “Okay, here’s the thing—I don’t need you to tell me. I will find out anyway. But since I’m such a generous sister, I’m giving you an option to make this easy for yourself.”
Sharayu rolled her eyes.
Sharayu: “Oh, how merciful of you.”
Gargi: “IT IS YOUR PROFESSOR! I KNEW IT!”
Sharayu (facepalming): “Dii, lower your volume! Even the neighbors will know at this point!”
Gargi (ignoring her completely): “Ohoho, this is JUICY! How did this even happen?! Tell me everything! Right now!”
Sharayu buried her face in her hands.
There was no escape now.
She took a deep breath, mumbling.
Sharayu: “Fine. His name is Satish.”
Gargi froze.
Then blinked.
Then gasped.
Gargi: “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT. PROFESSOR SATISH SINGH RAJVANSHI?! YOUR PROFESSOR?!”
Sharayu winced.
Sharayu: “Dii, please!”
Gargi (squealing): “WAIT. PROFESSOR SATISH SINGH RAJVANSHI?! YOU’RE DATING THE STRICTEST PROFESSOR IN YOUR COLLEGE?!”
Sharayu groaned, covering her face with both hands.
Sharayu (muffled): “Dii, please stop shouting! The entire building will find out at this rate!”
But Gargi was beyond reasoning.
She looked like a kid who just discovered a hidden stash of chocolates.
Gargi (laughing hysterically): “Oh, Sharayu! This is beyond amazing! Tell me this is a prank! Please!”
Sharayu (gritting her teeth): “It’s NOT a prank, Dii.”
Gargi (gasps dramatically): “You mean to tell me… you, the girl who used to rant about how ‘strict’ and ‘impossible’ this professor is… actually fell for him?”
Sharayu rolled her eyes.
Sharayu: “I never said he was impossible.”
Gargi (smirking): “Oh, no. You just called him a ‘walking terror’ and ‘a nightmare in formals’ about a hundred times.”
Sharayu glared at her.
Vardaan, who had been watching the exchange, blinked in confusion.
Vardaan: “Mau, is your teacher a monster?”
Sharayu (offended): “Excuse me?! No, he is NOT a monster!”
Gargi (giggling, pulling Vardaan into a hug): “No, no, beta. He’s not a monster—he’s your future Kaka!”
Sharayu screamed into a pillow.
This was not happening.
Gargi (grinning like a devil): “Oh my God, Sharayu! This is the best gossip of the century!”
Sharayu (glaring): “If you tell anyone, I will personally make sure you regret it!”
Gargi (mock gasping): “Me? Tell anyone? How could you even think that?”
Sharayu (narrowing her eyes): “Because you enjoy drama more than Vardaan enjoys ice cream!”
Vardaan, hearing the mention of ice cream, perked up.
Vardaan: “Are we getting ice cream?”
Sharayu and Gargi ignored him.
Gargi (grinning wickedly): “Okay, okay. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”
Sharayu narrowed her eyes.
Something about that promise felt off.
Sharayu: “What’s the catch?”
Gargi (innocently): “Oh, nothing much. Just… in return, you will tell me EVERYTHING.”
Sharayu groaned.
There was no way out now.
She grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, avoiding eye contact.
Sharayu (grumbling): “Where do I even start…?”
Gargi (grinning excitedly): “Oh, start from the beginning! The first time you realized you liked him!”
Sharayu let out a long, dramatic sigh.
There was no escaping now.
And so, she told her everything.
From the first stolen glances to their petty arguments, the moments of tension, the forbidden feeling of liking a professor, and finally, their secret relationship.
And with every deDiil, Gargi’s grin only grew wider.
Gargi (teasingly): “Oh my God, this is like one of those forbidden love novels! Student falls for her strict professor? Drama! Romance! Scandal!”
Sharayu (rolling her eyes): “Dii, stop being so dramatic!”
Gargi (giggling): “How did it even happen? One day he was your scary professor, and the next he was your—” (wiggles eyebrows) “—handsome mystery man?”
Sharayu turned red.
Sharayu: “It wasn’t like that! It was a slow thing!”
Gargi (mocking): “Ohhh, so slow-burn romance? Even better!”
Sharayu buried her face in her hands.
Gargi was having too much fun.
Gargi (smirking): “Tell me the best part. Does he act like the scary professor around you in private?”
Sharayu blushed harder.
Which was enough confirmation.
Gargi squealed.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD, HE DO Not!”
Sharayu (hiding behind a pillow): “Dii, PLEASE!”
Gargi (laughing): “This is too good. My sister is dating the most feared professor in the entire college, and he is secretly a romantic? I CANNOT!”
Gargi clutched her stomach, laughing so hard that she had actual tears in her eyes.
Gargi (gasping for breath): “This is—this is gold! My innocent little sister, who used to roll her eyes at the very idea of love, is out here living a full-blown romance novel with her professor!”
Sharayu pouted, crossing her arms.
Sharayu: “Dii, will you stop laughing? You asked, so I’m telling you!”
But Gargi was nowhere near done.
She wiped her tears and gave her a mischievous smirk.
Gargi: “Fine, fine! Go on! Tell me how it happened! Who confessed first? Spill everything!”
Sharayu sighed, but a soft smile crept onto her face as she remembered.
Sharayu: “It happened on my birthday. That idiot rented an entire place, decorated it beautifully with fairy lights, candles, and flowers. At first, I thought it was just a birthday surprise… but then—”
Gargi’s eyes widened.
Gargi: “WAIT. HOLD ON. The strict Professor Satish Singh Rajvanshi—who looks like he has never smiled in his life—actually did all this? For YOU?”
Sharayu blushed.
Sharayu: “Yes! I was shocked too!”
Gargi clapped her hands in delight.
Gargi: “Okay, okay! Continue! What did he do next?”
Sharayu: “ And I was like, ‘Oh no, is he going to give me a lecture even on my birthday?!’ But then… then he just—he just said it.”
Gargi leaned forward.
Gargi: “Said what?”
Sharayu bit her lip, recalling his exact words.
Sharayu (softly): “He said, ‘I’ve been holding this in for too long, but I can’t anymore. Sharayu, I’m in love with you.’”
Gargi gasped dramatically.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD! HE CONFESSED FIRST?! I was NOT expecting that!”
Sharayu (smiling shyly): “Yeah… and I was so overwhelmed. I didn’t even let him finish properly—I just blurted out, ‘I love you too!’”
Gargi squealed, shaking her by the shoulders.
Gargi: “YOU DID?! What did he do after that?”
Sharayu blushed harder.
Sharayu: “He just… smiled. And then… he kissed me.”
Gargi fell back on the couch, fake fainting.
Gargi (dramatically): “This is too much. This is TOO MUCH! My brain cannot process this!”
Sharayu laughed, throwing a pillow at her.
Gargi: “I swear, if someone had told me a year ago that my sister would fall in love with her professor and he’d turn out to be the most romantic person ever, I’d have LAUGHED in their face!”
Sharayu (grinning): “Well… surprise!”
Gargi sat up suddenly.
Gargi: “WAIT. You met his family, didn’t you?!”
Sharayu froze.
Gargi (eyes wide): “YOU DID, DIDN’T YOU?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!”
Sharayu sighed, but she couldn’t hide her smile.
Sharayu: “It wasn’t planned, actually. His siblings found out through his phone wallpaper.”
Gargi raised an eyebrow.
Gargi: “Wait, WHAT? His wallpaper? WHAT WAS HIS WALLPAPER?”
Sharayu turned beet red.
Sharayu: “It… was a picture of me.”
Gargi screamed.
Gargi: “SATISH SINGH RAJVANSHI, THE MAN WHO EVERYONE THINKS HAS NO EMOTIONS, HAS YOU AS HIS WALLPAPER?! I’M GONNA DIE!”
Sharayu hid her face behind a pillow.
Sharayu: “His sister, Vanya, saw it first. And then his brother, Daksh, with his whole family along. And that’s when they ambushed him with questions.”
Gargi (laughing): “I WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN THAT!”
Sharayu: “Vanya and Dakah already call me, ‘Bhabhi,
Gargi (gasping): “They call you BHABHI?!”
Sharayu (nodding): “Yes!
Gargi burst out laughing.
Gargi: “Oh, I LOVE THEM ALREADY!”
Sharayu: “When I went to meet them, I was SO nervous! But his mother and grandmother were so sweet! They treated me like family right away.”
Gargi placed a hand over her heart.
Gargi: “Aww! What did they say?”
Sharayu (smiling softly): “His mom said that she has never seen Satish this happy before. That he used to be all work and no fun… but ever since I came into his life, he actually smiles more.”
Gargi sighed dreamily.
Gargi: “This is a full-on Bollywood movie, I swear.”
Sharayu blushed.
Sharayu: “They even asked me what I liked about him.”
Gargi (smirking): “And what did you say?”
Sharayu grinned.
Sharayu: “I told them that even though he acts like a strict professor, he’s actually the most caring person I’ve ever met. He’s thoughtful, protective, and secretly very romantic.”
Gargi clapped her hands excitedly.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD. What did they say?!”
Sharayu laughed.
Sharayu: “His grandmother said, ‘That’s my boy!’”
Gargi collapsed into laughter.
Gargi: “I CAN’T—THIS IS TOO PERFECT!”
Gargi wiped away her tears of laughter and held Sharayu’s hands.
Gargi (smiling warmly): “You know what, Sharu? I’m really happy for you. I never thought you’d fall in love like this, but… it suits you. You’re glowing.”
Sharayu felt a lump in her throat.
Sharayu (softly): “Thanks, Dii. That… that means a lot.”
Gargi squeezed her hand.
Then, she grinned wickedly.
Gargi: “BUT, just so you know, I’m going to have SO MUCH FUN teasing you for the rest of your life.”
Sharayu groaned.
Sharayu: “I knew it was too good to last!”
Gargi was still grinning mischievously when suddenly, Sharayu’s phone vibrated on the bed.
Satish Calling…
Gargi froze for a second before her eyes lit up like she had just found gold.
Gargi: “OHO! Who do we have here? The strict professor himself?”
Before Sharayu could even lunge for her phone, Gargi snatched it up and pressed ‘Accept’ on the video call.
Sharayu (panicking): “Dii, NO! GIVE IT BACK!”
But it was too late.
The screen lit up, and there he was—Satish Singh Rajvanshi, sitting on his couch, wearing a black T-shirt, hair slightly messy.
For a moment, he looked confused, seeing someone else’s face instead of Sharayu’s.
Then, his expression deadpanned.
Satish: “…You’re not my Sharayu.”
Gargi burst into laughter.
Gargi: “Well spotted, Professor! Ten points to you!”
Sharayu (facepalming): “I hate my life.”
Satish raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused but also suspicious.
Satish: “And you are…?”
Gargi (grinning): “The genius who just cracked the biggest love scandal of the century—Sharayu’s sister, Gargi!”
Satish blinked.
Then, he sighed.
Satish: “…She told you everything, didn’t she?”
Gargi (grinning wider): “EVERY. SINGLE. DEDIIL. And let me tell you, Professor Sahab, I did NOT expect you to be such a filmy romantic!”
Sharayu groaned, grabbing a pillow and hiding her face behind it.
Sharayu (muffled): “Kill me now.”
Satish chuckled, clearly not as embarrassed as Sharayu.
Satish: “Well, I had to make her fall for me somehow, didn’t I?”
Gargi pretended to faint.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD! He actually admits it! This is GOLD!”
Sharayu peeked from behind her pillow, pouting.
Sharayu: “Satish, why did you call? Clearly, my sister is having way too much fun here.”
Satish smirked.
Satish: “I wanted to check on you. But now, I’m more interested in how much Gargi knows.”
Gargi grinned devilishly.
Gargi: “Oh, I know everything—the confession, the birthday surprise, the secret kisses, the wallpaper incident…”
Satish pinched the bridge of his nose.
Satish: “You even told her about the wallpaper?”
Sharayu muttered under her breath.
Sharayu: “It just slipped out…”
Gargi gasped dramatically.
Gargi: “OH WAIT! There’s one thing I forgot to ask! WHY is her photo still your wallpaper? HMM?”
Satish smirked at the camera, completely unfazed.
Satish: “Because she looks beautiful in it.”
Sharayu turned crimson.
Gargi (screaming): “AAAAH! YOU TWO ARE TOO MUCH!”
Satish chuckled.
Satish: “I take that as approval, then?”
Gargi crossed her arms, pretending to think.
Gargi: “Well… you did impress me with your romance skills. But I still need to test you more.”
Satish (amused): “Oh? And how do I pass?”
Gargi leaned closer to the phone camera.
Gargi: “Simple. Make sure my sister is happy. If I hear even one complaint—Professor or not, I will come after you.”
Satish grinned.
Satish: “Noted.”
Sharayu finally snatched the phone from Gargi.
Sharayu: “Okay, ENOUGH embarrassing me! Satish, I’ll call you later when my nosy sister is NOT breathing down my neck!”
Gargi snickered.
Gargi: “I AM breathing down your neck, huh? Just like you keep breathing down Professor Sahab’s neck in secret, hmm?”
Sharayu gasped.
Sharayu: “GARGI!!”
Satish laughed.
Satish: “I like her.”
Sharayu (dramatically): “WHY IS EVERYONE AGAINST ME?!”
And with that, Satish ended the call, still laughing, while Gargi continued to tease her mercilessly for the rest of the night.
As soon as the call ended, Gargi threw herself onto the bed, grinning like a madwoman, while Sharayu sat there, still red-faced, holding her pillow like a shield.
Gargi (mockingly sighing): “Uff… what a dreamy romance. Secret meetings, stolen kisses, long phone calls—my sister is living a whole Bollywood movie and didn’t even tell me!”
Sharayu (groaning): “Di, enough! You’ve already embarrassed me enough in front of him!”
Gargi gasped dramatically and held her heart.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD. Listen to yourself! ‘Embarrassed me in front of him!’”
She clutched Sharayu’s arm, shaking her.
Gargi (teasingly whispering): “You’re SO whipped for him.”
Sharayu (pushing her away): “STOP IT! I AM NOT!”
Gargi gave her the dirtiest smirk.
Gargi: “Haan haan… that’s why your face was redder than a tomato when he called you beautiful.”
Sharayu grabbed a pillow and smacked Gargi’s head.
Sharayu: “DI!!”
But Gargi was not done yet.
She sat up cross-legged, resting her chin on her palm, smirking devilishly.
Gargi: “So… how was the first kiss?”
Sharayu froze.
She looked away, trying to control the blush creeping up her neck.
Sharayu (muttering): “…none of your business.”
Gargi (gasps): “Wait. WAIT. You kissed first, didn’t you?!”
Sharayu nearly choked on air.
Sharayu: “WHAT?! No! Of course not!”
Gargi narrowed her eyes.
Gargi: “Liar. I know that face. YOU DID.”
Sharayu (defensive): “I DIDN’T! Okay… maybe I did but ONLY because—”
She stopped herself.
Too late.
Gargi shrieked in laughter, rolling on the bed.
Gargi: “OH MY GOD! MY SHY LITTLE SISTER STOLE THE FIRST KISS FROM HER STRICT PROFESSOR! THIS IS GOLD!”
Sharayu threw a pillow at her.
Sharayu: “DI, WILL YOU SHUT UP?!”
Gargi dodged it, laughing harder.
Then she suddenly gasped as if she had discovered something even more interesting.
Gargi (smirking): “WAIT… have you two… you know… gone beyond kissing?”
Sharayu nearly fell off the bed.
Sharayu (horrified): “GARGI!!!”
Gargi cackled.
Gargi: “I’M JUST ASKING! I mean, the way he was looking at you on the video call, I wouldn’t be surprised—”
Sharayu (shoving a blanket over her face): “I AM NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION! GOODNIGHT!”
Gargi poked her under the blanket.
Gargi (teasing): “You didn’t say no, though.”
Sharayu: “OH MY GOD, DI, LEAVE ME ALONE!”
But Gargi wasn’t done torturing her.
Throughout the night, she kept whispering Satish-related teases every time Sharayu tried to sleep.
Gargi (whispering at 1 AM): “Do you dream about him, hmm?”
Gargi (whispering at 1:30 AM): “Did he ever call you ‘baby’? OOH, or maybe something spicier?”
Gargi (whispering at 2 AM): “Did he—”
Sharayu (screaming into the pillow): “GO TO SLEEP, WOMAN!”
But Gargi only giggled, hugging Sharayu tightly.
Gargi (softly laughing): “I’m so happy for you, you know? You look really in love, and I can see how much he cares for you too.”
Sharayu softened at that.
A small smile crept onto her lips as she sighed.
Sharayu: “Yeah… I really, really love him, Di.”
Gargi grinned, kissing her forehead.
Gargi: “Then I’m gonna support you with all my heart. Just… promise me one thing.”
Sharayu: “What?”
Gargi (serious now): “Don’t ever let anyone come between you two. Not fear, not society, not anything.”
Sharayu nodded.
Sharayu (determined): “I won’t.”
And finally, after a night full of teasing and laughter, they both fell asleep, dreaming of the people they loved.
Sharayu barely slept.
Thanks to a cerDiin cousin who kept whispering things about Satish in her ear all night.
So, when morning came and her mother’s voice echoed through the house, she groaned in exhaustion and buried her face into her pillow.
Aai: “Gargi! Sharayu! Get up! Breakfast is ready!”
Gargi, fresh as a daisy despite staying up late, smirked and yanked the blanket off Sharayu.
Gargi: “Rise and shine, lover girl.”
Sharayu glared at her with bloodshot eyes.
Sharayu (grumbling): “I hate you.”
Gargi (grinning): “No, you don’t. Now get up before Aai comes and pulls your ear.”
Sharayu sighed dramatically but slowly sat up.
The minute she stretched her arms, pain shot through her fractured leg.
Sharayu (hissing): “Ugh… damn this fracture.”
Gargi gave her a sympathetic look and gently helped her get up.
Gargi: “That’s what happens when you don’t walk carefully. Seriously, Satish Sir must have scolded you like crazy, na?”
Sharayu stiffened, remembering the hospital scene where he did exactly that before hugging her and apologizing.
She blushed.
Sharayu (muttering): “A little…”
Gargi (laughing): “A little? I bet he was fuming!”
Before Sharayu could respond, the door burst open and in came Vardaan, her little tornado of a nephew.
Vardaan (cheerfully): “MAU!”
Sharayu brightened up instantly, opening her arms for him.
Sharayu: “Come here, my baby!”
Vardaan happily climbed onto the bed and snuggled against her.
Vardaan: “Mau, aapko bohot dard ho raha hai?” (Mau, is it hurting a lot?)
Sharayu’s heart melted.
Sharayu: “Thoda thoda. But since you’re here, I feel better!”
Vardaan beamed and kissed her cheek.
Meanwhile, Gargi watched with a smirk.
Gargi (teasingly): “Hmmm… should I tell Vardaan about your ‘special’ friend?”
Sharayu’s eyes widened in horror.
Sharayu (whisper-yelling): “DI, DON’T YOU DARE!”
Gargi pretended to think.
Gargi: “What was his name again? Ah, yes—”
Sharayu: “DI, I WILL KILL YOU.”
Vardaan looked between them, confused.
Vardaan: “Kaun Mau?” (Who, Mau?)
Gargi giggled mischievously.
Gargi: “Aapki Mau ka ek ‘special dost’ hai.” (Your Mau has a special friend.)
Sharayu smacked her arm.
Sharayu: “You are the worst.”
Just then, Aai called again from the kitchen.
Aai: “Sharayu! Gargi! Jaldi bahar aao!”
Gargi stood up, smirking.
Gargi: “Chalo, we’ll continue this later. But I swear, I will get more deDiils from you, my dear secretive sister.”
Sharayu rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.
Sharayu (thinking): She’s impossible… but I love her for it.
When they entered the kitchen, the whole family was already gathered.
Sharayu’s Baba was reading the newspaper, Aai was serving poha, and Vardaan had already started eating with his tiny hands.
As soon as they sat down, Aai looked at Sharayu suspiciously.
Aai: “Why do you look so tired?”
Sharayu froze mid-bite.
Gargi smirked.
Gargi (innocently): “Maybe because she was up all night talking to ‘someone’?”
Sharayu kicked her under the table.
Sharayu (glaring): “Di!”
Aai (narrowing eyes): “Someone? Kaun?”
Gargi (grinning): “Oh, just… a ‘friend’.”
Sharayu (cutting in): “DI, PASS THE PICKLE.”
Gargi laughed but passed it.
Aai (suspiciously): “Accha? Kaunsa friend?”
Sharayu faked a cough and quickly stuffed her mouth with poha.
Sharayu (muffled): “Just… college waala friend, Aai.”
Baba (from behind the newspaper): “Hamesha phone pe chipki rehti hai aajkal.” (She’s always stuck to her phone these days.)
Aai (nodding): “Haan! Kabhi hasti rehti hai, kabhi muskurati rehti hai. Nakich kahi tari ahe” (Yes! Sometimes she laughs, sometimes she just smiles. Something is definitely up.)
Sharayu wanted to disappear.
Gargi (laughing): “Bolo bolo, Aai. I am also waiting to know.”
Sharayu glared daggers at her.
Sharayu: “Di, I swear—”
Before she could finish, her phone vibrated.
It was Satish.
Her heart leaped.
But before she could grab it, Gargi was faster.
Gargi (grinning): “OH? Someone’s calling?”
Sharayu panicked.
Sharayu: “DI, GIVE IT BACK.”
Gargi held the phone above her head, laughing.
Gargi: “Let me answer it for you!”
Sharayu: “I WILL LITERALLY THROW THIS PLATE AT YOU.”
Aai sighed.
Aai: “Bas karo tum dono. Sharayu, khana khatam karo.”
Sharayu snatched her phone back, heart racing.
Gargi leaned in and whispered.
Gargi (teasing): “Tell ‘someone’ I said hi.”
Sharayu kicked her again.
But deep down, she smiled.
It had been an innocent moment—Vardan, her little munchkin, had climbed onto her lap and, in the sweetest way possible, had kissed her cheek. Gargi had snapped the picture instantly.
Without much thought, Sharayu had posted it on her Instagram story, captioning it:
“Mera Bacha ❤️”
Within minutes, her phone vibrated.
A message from him.
Satish: “Mera bacha? Hmm… If you keep saying that, don’t blame me when I make sure the next one you hold is mine… made from both of us, in the most sinful way possible.”
Sharayu froze.
Her entire body heated up instantly.
Her breath caught, and her fingers trembled over the phone as she read the message again.
Oh. My. God.
The way he had phrased it—so damn suggestive, so effortlessly sinful.
She felt her cheeks burn, a deep flush creeping up her neck.
And then—before she could even think of a reply—her phone vibrated again.
Incoming video call: Satish Sir
She panicked for a second before answering.
And there he was.
Shirtless.
Fresh out of the shower, his hair still damp, water droplets trailing down his chest.
She forgot how to breathe.
Satish (smirking): “Kya hua, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?”
Sharayu swallowed hard.
Sharayu (stammering): “I—y-you—why are you—like this?!”
Satish (raising an eyebrow): “Like what?”
He leaned closer to the camera, his dark eyes filled with mischief.
Satish: “Like a man who just got the most interesting invitation of his life?”
Sharayu: “INVITATION?!”
Satish (chuckling): “What else do you expect me to think when my girlfriend posts ‘Mera Bacha’ for everyone to see?”
Sharayu (horrified): “I WAS TALKING ABOUT VARDAN!”
Satish (mockingly disappointed): “Oh? That’s a shame. Because I was really liking the idea of us making one of our own.”
She gasped, eyes going wide.
Sharayu: “Satish!”
Satish (grinning wickedly): “What? I’m just saying… If you keep calling someone ‘Mera Bacha,’ don’t blame me if I make sure the next one is actually ours.”
She hid her face in her hands.
Sharayu (mumbling): “You are IMPOSSIBLE.”
Satish (teasingly): “And you love me for it.”
He stretched his arms, causing the muscles in his shoulders to flex, and she almost choked on air.
Satish (playfully serious): “You know, sweetheart, you should be careful with the words you use around me.”
Sharayu (narrowing her eyes): “Why?”
Satish (smirking): “Because I take things very… literally.”
Her heart thudded loudly.
Sharayu (glaring): “You are enjoying this way too much.”
Satish (grinning shamelessly): “Of course, I am. Watching my cute little girlfriend turn red is my new favorite pastime.”
She whined in frustration, making him laugh.
Satish: “By the way, I’m serious. One day, sweetheart, you’ll say ‘Mera Bacha’—and this time, it won’t be for Vardan.”
Sharayu: “I hate you.”
Satish (grinning): “No, you don’t. But you do want me. Shall I come over to prove it?”
She ended the call.
And threw her phone onto the bed.
Her heart was racing, her face burning, and her mind filled with all kinds of sinful thoughts.
This man was going to be the death of her.
The days had gone by in a blur.
From being stuck in bed, dependent on everyone for the smallest things, to sneaking in stolen video calls with Satish just to keep her sanity Intact—it had been a long, frustrating ride.
But today…
FINALLY.
The day of freedom had arrived.
Sharayu sat in the hospital, her heart pounding with anticipation as the doctor prepared to remove her plaster.
Her parents were there with her, making sure she was comfortable.
But someone else…
Someone who was supposed to be there—was NOT.
And that man?
Was currently sulking like a little child.
Meanwhile, at College…
Satish sat in his office, arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes glued to his phone.
His phone, which was still NOT showing any updates from a cerDiin someone.
He was irritated.
Actually, scratch that—he was pissed.
His girlfriend—his stubborn, reckless, and very much healed girlfriend was at the hospital getting her plaster removed.
And where was he?
Nowhere near her.
Instead, he was stuck in this stupid, stupid college, pretending to give a damn about his responsibilities when all he wanted was to be there, teasing her, comforting her, holding her.
And to make matters worse, she wasn’t even answering his messages.
Back at the Hospital…
Sharayu was grinning like an idiot.
The doctor had finally removed her plaster, and she could move her leg properly again.
It felt strange, as if her own leg wasn’t hers anymore, but at least she was free.
Her phone buzzed.
And she already knew who it was.
Satish: “So, you’re healed. And yet, I am still suffering. Nice.”
She bit her lip, amused.
Before she could even type a response—another message popped up.
Satish: “You know, a normal girlfriend would have at least video-called me.”
Satish: “But no. Here I am, abandoned. Unloved. Neglected.”
She snorted.
Her dramatic idiot.
Sharayu: “You’re acting as if I left you in the rain, barefoot and brokenhearted.”
Satish: “Might as well have. This is emotional torture.”
She rolled her eyes, but a fond smile tugged at her lips.
Her father was talking to the doctor, and her mother was busy on a call.
So, taking full advantage of the situation, she quickly dialed Satish’s number.
The second he answered, his voice was deep, accusing.
Satish: “Oh. So now you remember me?”
She laughed.
Sharayu: “Arre, I was going to call you! You’re so impatient.”
Satish: “Excuse me? My girlfriend has just regained her ability to walk, and I wasn’t even there to see it. I have the RIGHT to be impatient.”
Sharayu: “Okay, okay, baba. Don’t start your tantrum.”
Satish: “Tantrum? Sweetheart, this isn’t a tantrum. This is rightful frustration. You have officially RUINED my entire day.”
Sharayu (mocking sympathy): “Poor baby.”
There was a pause.
And then—his voice dropped lower.
Satish: “You’re right. I am a poor baby.”
Sharayu (narrowing her eyes): “Satish, don’t start.”
Satish (innocently): “Start what? I’m just saying… If I’m your baby, shouldn’t you be taking care of me?”
Her cheeks heated up instantly.
Sharayu: “Shut up!”
Satish (laughing): “You miss me, don’t you?”
Sharayu (grumbling): “No.”
Satish: “Liar.”
Sharayu: “I do not miss you!”
Satish: “Sweetheart, you miss me so much it’s painful. Just admit it.”
She was about to argue, but at that exact moment, her mother turned around.
She panicked.
Sharayu (whispering harshly): “Okay, fine! I miss you! Happy now? Bye!”
Before he could say anything else, she hung up.
And Satish?
He was grinning like an absolute fool.
This girl.
The plan was flawless.
Or at least, that’s what Sharayu thought.
After weeks of being stuck at home, waiting for her injury to heal, she finally had her freedom back.
And what was the first thing she did?
Lie to her boyfriend.
Just a little lie. A harmless one.
She had told Satish that the doctor advised her to rest for another week.
Which, of course, was a complete lie.
Because right now?
She was very much NOT resting.
She was at Rutuja’s house, surrounded by her friends, having the time of her life.
Hriday was cracking stupid jokes, Kunal was arguing with Vrushal over some ridiculous topic, and Arohi and Gayatri were busy hyping Sharayu up for finally being free.
The only thing missing?
Satish.
And that was intentional.
At the Party…
Hriday handed Sharayu a soft drink, grinning.
Hriday: “So, how does it feel to be back in civilization?”
Sharayu (dramatically sighing): “Like I just escaped from jail.”
Rutuja: “Your jail was literally your own home.”
Sharayu: “Exactly.”
They all laughed.
Rutuja smirked, nudging her.
Rutuja: “And what about a cerDiin someone? Does he know you’re here?”
Sharayu avoided eye contact.
Arohi (raising an eyebrow): “Sharayu…?”
She took a sip of her drink, acting innocent.
Sharayu: “I may have… slightly… not told him.”
Dead silence.
Then—chaos.
Kunal (laughing): “Oh, you’re dead.”
Vrushal (grinning): “Man’s gonna lose his mind when he finds out.”
Gayatri: “Oh my God, you LIED to him? To SATISH SIR?”
Rutuja: “Are you INSANE?”
Sharayu rolled her eyes.
Sharayu: “Relax. He won’t find out.”
Famous last words.
Meanwhile, Somewhere Else…
Satish was completely clueless.
He had zero idea that his girlfriend, who had innocently claimed to be resting at home, was actually out partying.
No calls. No texts.
And because he trusted her completely, he didn’t even question it.
If only he knew.
Later That Night…
The party had been amazing.
Sharayu felt refreshed, happy, and just a little bit guilty.
But mostly happy.
She sneaked back into her house, making sure no one noticed how excited she looked.
As she collapsed on her bed, her phone buzzed.
A message from Satish.
Satish: “How’s my patient doing?”
Sharayu: “Still resting, of course.”
Satish: “Good girl.”
Sharayu stared at the screen, guilt creeping in.
Okay, maybe she should tell him.
Tomorrow.
Because right now?
She was too busy trying not to laugh at how easily she had fooled her all-knowing professor.
This?
This was going to be fun.
Sharayu had one goal today—to surprise Satish.
Okay, and maybe tease him a little.
After weeks of lying about still being on bed rest, she was finally back at college.
And she hadn’t told him.
Which meant?
Her overprotective, always-in-control professor had no idea that she would be sitting in his class today.
The plan was simple—act normal, sit in class, and wait for his reaction.
And oh boy, was it worth it.
Satish entered the classroom, completely unaware.
He had his usual no-nonsense look, books in hand, sleeves rolled up, about to start the lecture.
Satish: “Alright, let’s begin—”
And then?
His gaze landed on her.
And he froze.
For a full five seconds, Satish Singh Rajvanshi, the man who always had everything under control, was completely stunned.
His jaw tightened.
His brows furrowed.
And Sharayu?
She just grinned from ear to ear, enjoying every second of it.
Of course, their friends noticed immediately.
Rutuja nudged Kunal, whispering.
Rutuja (smirking): “He’s gonna kill her.”
Kunal (whispering back): “This is gonna be fun.”
Arohi and Gayatri bit their lips to stop laughing, while Hriday and Vrushal just exchanged knowing looks.
Everyone in the class could feel the tension in the air.
And Sharayu?
She just tilted her head, giving Satish a ‘surprise!’ look.
His fingers tightened around the book in his hand.
He cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away.
But everyone could see it.
The man was losing it.
Somehow, he managed to get through the lecture, but not without stealing multiple glances at her.
And every time?
She smirked.
By the end of the class, Satish snatched his phone from the desk and typed furiously.
Satish: “My cabin. NOW.”
Sharayu read the message and bit back a laugh.
Oh, she was so dead.
Sharayu stood outside Satish’s cabin, biting her lip.
She knew she was in trouble.
And honestly?
She was loving it.
She had spent weeks missing him, teasing him over calls, and now—now she was back.
And oh, he was mad.
Not just mad—furious.
Her fingers curled around the doorknob, and she took a deep breath before pushing it open.
And there he was.
Satish stood near his desk, arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes dark with something dangerous.
The air in the room felt charged, like a storm waiting to break.
“Lock the Door.”
She barely had time to speak before his voice came, sharp and low.
Satish: “Close the door.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
Not because she was scared.
Because she knew exactly what was coming.
She pushed the door shut, and before she could turn—
His hands were on her waist, pulling her back against him.
His warm breath fanned her ear, his voice rough with irritation.
Satish: “You lied to me.”
Her lips parted, but before she could utter a single word, his grip tightened.
Satish: “You told me the doctor advised you to rest for a week.”
Sharayu (innocently): “Did I?”
His fingers dug into her hips, making her stomach flip.
Satish: “Don’t play dumb. You enjoyed yourself at Rutuja’s house, didn’t you?”
Oh.
So he knew.
Oops.
“Someone’s Jealous?”
Sharayu smirked, turning in his grip, placing her hands on his chest.
Sharayu: “Were you stalking me, Professor?”
His eyes darkened.
Satish: “Your friends are idiots. They posted pictures. What did you think would happen?”
She giggled, trailing her fingers up his shirt, feeling the way his muscles tensed.
Sharayu: “Aww, is someone jealous?”
His hand shot up, fingers curling around her jaw, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
Satish: “I don’t get jealous, sweetheart. But I do get pissed when my girl lies to me.”
Her breath hitched.
Because—
Damn.
That possessiveness in his voice?
It sent a thrill down her spine.
“Make It Up to Me.”
His thumb brushed her lower lip, his eyes never leaving hers.
Satish: “You’re trouble. Always testing my patience.”
She grinned, leaning up to whisper.
Sharayu: “And you love it.”
His low chuckle sent warmth spreading through her.
Then, his grip loosened, his fingers tracing down her arm, her waist, settling on her hips.
His lips hovered just near her ear.
Satish: “You have two options.”
She swallowed, pulse racing.
Sharayu: “Oh?”
His voice dropped lower, huskier.
Satish: “One—you can apologize. Properly.”
Her fingers clenched into his shirt.
Sharayu: “And two?”
He smirked.
Satish: “You don’t. And I make you regret lying to me.”
Oh.
Her stomach flipped.
Because that?
That sounded very dangerous.
And very, very tempting.
The tension in the room was thick, electric, like the air before a thunderstorm.
Sharayu stood there, her back pressed against the desk, and Satish loomed over her, his hands resting firmly on either side, trapping her in.
His gaze was Intense, sharp, filled with something that made her breath hitch.
She had played with fire before, but this—
This was an inferno.
“So, What’s Your Choice?”
Satish leaned in, his nose brushing her temple, his breath warm against her ear.
Satish: “Are you going to be a good girl and apologize?”
His voice was deep, teasing, laced with amusement.
She swallowed, gripping the edge of the desk, her heart racing.
But she was Sharayu.
And she wasn’t giving in so easily.
Sharayu: “Hmm… let me think.”
She tilted her head, pretending to ponder.
Then, she looked up at him through her lashes, lips curling into a smirk.
Sharayu: “Nope. I don’t think I will.”
“Wrong Answer.”
His jaw ticked, and she knew she was in for it.
His hands came to her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Satish: “Wrong answer, sweetheart.”
A shiver ran through her, but she kept her cool.
Her fingers trailed up his chest, slow, teasing, watching how his muscles tensed beneath her touch.
Sharayu: “What are you going to do, Professor? Punish me?”
His lips twitched, and she could tell—
Oh, he was enjoying this.
“You Just Love Pushing Me, Don’t You?”
He leaned in closer, their noses almost brushing, his hand slipping to her lower back, pressing her even closer.
His voice dropped to a whisper, but it sent goosebumps erupting across her skin.
Satish: “You just love testing my patience, don’t you?”
She giggled, her hands sliding up to his shoulders.
Sharayu: “I do. But only because it’s so fun watching you struggle.”
His low chuckle vibrated against her, making her stomach flip.
Satish: “Oh, sweetheart…”
His fingers tightened on her waist, and he tilted her chin up with his other hand.
Satish: “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
Her breath hitched, her pulse racing.
Because the way he was looking at her—
Like he was ready to ruin her—
Was dangerous.
And she loved it.
She leaned in, their lips barely inches apart, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sharayu: “Mmm… I think I’ll take my chances.”
He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into her waist, his eyes darkening.
Satish: “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
She smirked, brushing her lips near his jawline, teasingly.
Sharayu: “And where’s the fun in that?”
“Careful, Sweetheart.”
His grip tightened, his voice a warning.
Satish: “Careful, sweetheart. Keep pushing, and I’ll show you exactly why teasing me is a bad idea.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
But she didn’t back down.
She never did.
Instead, she smiled, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.
Sharayu: “I think you like it when I push.”
His chuckle was dark, filled with promise.
Satish: “Oh, you have no idea.”
Got it!
His teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. His tongue flicked against her pulse, a silent claim, making her gasp softly.
Her fingers curled Into his shirt, pulling him closer as his lips traveled lower, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. His hands slid beneath her blazer, fingers tracing lazy patterns along her sides, sending waves of heat coursing through her.
“You think you can just waltz back into class, sit there grinning at me like you didn’t just make me lose my mind for weeks?” His voice was husky, edged with frustration and something far more consuming.
Sharayu’s fingers found their way into his hair, tugging slightly, earning a low growl from him. “You missed me that much, huh?” she teased, her voice breathless.
He pulled back slightly, his dark gaze locking onto hers, intense and unyielding. “You have no idea,” he rasped before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, and filled with unspoken emotions. His hands roamed, exploring every familiar dip and curve as if trying to memorize her all over again. Sharayu melted against him, her fingers tracing the defined muscles of his back, feeling every bit of the tension that had built up in his absence.
He pulled away just enough to brush his thumb over her swollen lips, his voice rough with emotion. “Every damn day without you felt like torture.”
Sharayu’s heart pounded, her own emotions mirroring his intensity. She cupped his face, her thumb tracing the sharp edge of his jaw. “I’m here now,” she whispered.
His eyes darkened with something deeper—something possessive. “And I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he murmured before sealing his promise with another kiss, slow and intoxicating, as if he had all the time in the world to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
A low growl rumbled In his chest as he crushed his lips against hers, raw and unrestrained. There was no patience, no hesitation—only need. His hands roamed, tracing every curve, gripping, claiming. He bit down on her lower lip, tugging, punishing before soothing the sting with a slow, sinful lick.
Sharayu moaned softly, her fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer—if that was even possible.
“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. “But you forget, sweetheart, I tease back.”
Before she could respond, his lips left a scorching trail down her neck, his tongue flicking against her pulse, marking his way. His teeth grazed her delicate skin, nipping before sucking on a spot he knew would drive her crazy.
Her breath came out In shallow gasps. “Satish…”
He hummed, his hands sliding lower, gripping her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her back pressed against the door. The new position sent a rush of heat between them, their bodies aligned in the most sinful way.
“I missed you,” he admitted against her throat, his voice rough with emotion. “You have no idea what you do to me, Sharayu.”
She shivered, feeling every bit of his frustration and hunger. Her fingers traced the muscles on his back, nails digging in slightly, making him groan.
“You tortured me,” he continued, pressing his hips into hers, making her gasp. “Made me crave you every damn day.”
His lips returned to hers, but this time it was slower, deeper, more intense—as if he was devouring her, drinking her in, making up for every second he had spent away from her.
Sharayu whimpered against his lips, the sensation too much and yet not enough. She wanted more—needed more.
Satish pulled back slightly, his gaze wild, filled with heat and obsession. His thumb traced her swollen lips, his breath still heavy.
“I should punish you for lying to me,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of affection and dominance. “But I’ll let you off… for now.”
A teasing smirk played on her lips. “Oh? And what would my punishment be, Sir?”
His eyes darkened, his grip tightening around her waist. “You don’t want to know, sweetheart.”
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, whispering against his mouth, “Try me.”
Satish still had her pinned against the door, his body pressing into hers with a controlled force that made her breath hitch. His eyes, dark with unspoken hunger, scanned her face, drinking in every little reaction—the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips remained slightly parted, how her fingers still gripped the fabric of his shirt like she needed him to hold her up.
He smirked. “You look a little shaken, sweetheart.” His deep, husky voice carried a teasing edge, but there was something else in it—something dangerous, possessive.
Sharayu swallowed hard, her heart slamming against her ribs. She tried to steady her voice, but it still came out breathless. “You—you surprised me.”
His smirk grew. “Oh, love… if that surprised you, then maybe you aren’t ready for what I really want to do to you.”
Her stomach tightened at his words, heat crawling up her spine.
He leaned in, brushing his nose against the side of her jaw, breathing her in. His lips barely grazed the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
She shuddered, closing her eyes as his lips ghosted over her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
“I—” Her voice cracked, and he chuckled, the sound deep and sinful.
“Lost for words, sweetheart?” he murmured, tracing his fingers down her arm, slow and deliberate. “That’s a first.”
Sharayu’s eyes snapped open, determination flashing in them. She wasn’t going to let him have all the control. Not this time.
She tilted her head slightly, letting her lips barely skim his jaw before whispering, “Maybe I just like watching you work so hard for my attention.”
His grip on her waist tightened instantly, a growl vibrating deep in his chest. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes burning with something raw and untamed.
“Oh, love…” he said, his voice dangerously low, his fingers sliding under the hem of her kurti, brushing against the bare skin of her waist. She gasped at the contact, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“You think I work for your attention?” His thumb traced small, agonizing circles on her hipbone. “No, sweetheart… you were already mine the moment I looked at you.”
Her breath hitched, and he smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
“See?” he murmured, dipping his head, his lips hovering over hers but not closing the distance, torturing her with the anticipation. “You want me just as much as I want you.”
Sharayu’s patience snapped.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, crashing her lips against his, taking him by surprise. But the shock lasted only a second before Satish responded, his control finally breaking.
His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly close, molding her against him. His kiss was rough, punishing yet unbearably intoxicating. He nipped at her bottom lip, a silent warning, before soothing the sting with a slow, sinful lick.
Sharayu moaned softly against his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. The sound sent a thrill through her, knowing she had that effect on him.
Satish pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, his breath ragged, his voice thick with desire. “You’re playing with fire, love.”
She smirked, her own breath uneven. “Then burn me.”
Before she could say another word, he tilted her chin up and kissed her again—hard, deep, claiming. Like he wanted to leave his mark on her, to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
One second, Satish was devouring her lips with a punishing kiss, his hands gripping her waist possessively, pressing her against him. And the next, his lips had left her mouth, trailing down the curve of her jaw, featherlight yet deliberate, teasing and sinful.
Sharayu’s breath hitched as he tilted her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck to him. “Satish—” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he brushed his nose against the sensitive spot below her ear.
His deep chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “You sound so sweet when you say my name like that, love.”
Before she could process his words, his lips were on her skin, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, taking his time.
Her breathing turned uneven, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his hot breath fanned against her collarbone.
Satish smirked against her skin. “So responsive…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me, sweetheart… does it make you feel something when I do this?”
And without warning, he bit down on her collarbone—sharp enough to make her gasp, but not enough to hurt.
Sharayu’s entire body arched against him, her grip on his shirt tightening as a broken moan escaped her lips.
“S-Satish—!”
He soothed the sting with his tongue, licking over the mark he had just left, making her shudder. His teeth grazed the spot again, as if contemplating whether to bite her again, to mark her deeper.
He smirked when he saw the flush spreading across her skin, her body trembling slightly under his touch.
“Mmm… look at you,” he mused, pressing another slow, lingering kiss over the bite mark. “You look so pretty when you’re all worked up like this.”
Sharayu was breathless, her mind foggy with the intensity of his touch.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You—you can’t just—”
Satish pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting hers, filled with playful dominance.
“Oh, love… I absolutely can.”
And then he leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered—”And I will.”
Her stomach twisted at the promise in his voice, and she knew, without a doubt—he wasn’t done with her yet.
The sudden sharp knock on the cabin door made Sharayu and Satish jolt apart as if they had been caught committing a crime.
Sharayu’s face was flushed, her breath still uneven from the intensity of their moment. Satish, on the other hand, cursed under his breath, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair, clearly irritated by the interruption.
Another knock. This time, more impatient.
“Sir? Are you inside?” came a familiar voice.
Sharayu’s eyes widened in realization. Ishita.
She looked at Satish in panic, but he just rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away from her, adjusting his shirt and wiping the faint smudge of lipstick from his jaw with his thumb.
“Come in.” His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it.
The door creaked open, and Ishita stepped in, her sharp gaze immediately flickering between the two of them.
Sharayu, still sitting on the chair, tried to compose herself, crossing her arms as if that would hide her slightly swollen lips and the light red mark on her collarbone that she hadn’t noticed yet.
Ishita, however, noticed everything.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, lingering on Sharayu a little longer than necessary before turning to Satish. “Sir, I was looking for you. I needed to discuss the upcoming syllabus revisions.”
Satish leaned back against his desk, expression unreadable. “We can discuss it later, Ishita. I’m in the middle of something.”
Ishita’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her gaze flickered to Sharayu once again. “Yes, I can see that.”
Sharayu stiffened.
There was something off about the way Ishita said that, something too smug as if she was putting pieces of a puzzle together in her mind.
Ishita took a step closer, pretending to adjust the stack of books on his desk. “Sir, I just found it… interesting that Sharayu was here.” She turned slightly toward Sharayu, a fake sweetness in her tone. “I thought you were still recovering at home?”
Sharayu forced a tight smile. “I was. But I decided to attend classes again.”
Ishita hummed, clearly not convinced. “And yet, here you are in Professor Satish’s cabin.”
Satish, who had been watching the exchange silently, sighed in irritation. “Ishita, if you don’t have anything productive to say, leave.”
Ishita blinked at him, clearly not expecting him to be so blunt.
But then, her smirk returned. “Of course, sir. I’ll leave you two to… whatever it is you were doing.”
With that, she turned and walked out, but not before glancing over her shoulder one last time, her eyes lingering on Sharayu’s collarbone—where the faint outline of Satish’s bite mark was beginning to darken.
And then, she was gone.
The moment the door closed, Sharayu exhaled sharply, her heart still pounding.
“She suspects something,” she muttered, looking at Satish.
Satish let out a low chuckle, his eyes dark with amusement. “Let her.”
Sharayu frowned. “Satish—”
But before she could say anything else, he leaned in again, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered—
“Next time, sweetheart, make sure to cover my marks properly.”
Her stomach flipped, heat rushing to her cheeks.
Meanwhile, she sat there, face burning, mind racing. Ishita had definitely noticed something. That smug expression of hers wasn’t just casual curiosity—it was suspicion.
And that was dangerous.
Before she could voice her concerns, Satish spoke without looking at her, flipping through the pages of the book like he hadn’t just marked her skin with his teeth.
“Don’t frown so hard, sweetheart. People might think I scolded you.”
Sharayu glared at him, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at his deep voice. “This isn’t funny, Satish. Ishita suspects something.”
Satish smirked, finally looking up at her. “So? Let her.”
Sharayu threw her hands up. “Are you serious?! What if she finds out? What if she tells someone?”
Satish leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a lazy amusement. “And what exactly would she tell, hmm? That you were in my cabin? That we were discussing… academics?”
The emphasis on the last word made her throat dry. The audacity of this man.
She crossed her arms. “You’re way too relaxed about this.”
Satish chuckled, closing the book in his hands with a soft thud. “And you’re overthinking it. If Ishita really had proof, she wouldn’t be smirking—she’d be shouting.”
Sharayu sighed, rubbing her forehead. He had a point. But still—it was Ishita.
Satish moved around the desk and leaned against it, arms crossed. “And besides…” His lips twitched. “It’s not my fault you can’t hide your marks properly.”
Sharayu’s eyes widened.
Her hand flew to her collarbone, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin where his teeth had left their sinful reminder.
“Satish!” she hissed.
He just laughed, watching her with a glint of pure amusement in his eyes. “It’s not my fault you bruise so easily, sweetheart.”
Sharayu grabbed the nearest book and threw it at him.
He caught it effortlessly.
“Violence already? We haven’t even fought properly yet,” he teased.
She glared. “I hate you.”
Satish tilted his head, stepping closer until she had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“No, you don’t.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
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