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RUDRA’S POV
After dropping Isha off at her classroom, I came into my office, preparing for the day-gathering notes and checking the schedule for classes. Students’ exams are also coming up, so the next few months will be very hectic with tests, exam preparations, and evaluations.
I heard a knock on the door and looked up to see none other than my idiot friend-who, God knows why, is even here at this college. Sometimes, I think he’s just doing it to make my life harder. But I also know the real reason behind it. Still, the part about him irritating me isn’t entirely wrong.
“What do you want now?” I asked, getting back to my work.
“Now, is that any way to greet your best friend?” he said, making himself comfortable on the chair in front of my desk. That permanent grin on his face-the one that fools people into thinking he’s a non-serious person-was right there, as usual.
“Can you at least try to be a little professional?” I said, shaking my head.
“I’m very professional. You can go and ask any of my students-they’ll tell you how charming I am,” he said confidently, raising a brow.
“Ohh really? That’s why you’re avoiding a certain someone? Because suddenly you’re the epitome of professionalism?” I mocked, knowing he couldn’t avoid it forever. He had to face reality someday.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his aloof expression changed in an instant, showing just how much it affected him. But someone had to tell him-ignoring it wasn’t doing any good for anyone.
“Well, not everyone can go on a date with their student,” his tone was sharp, almost accusing, as his gaze flickered toward my neck.
I knew exactly what he was referring to. I hadn’t even bothered to hide the marks of our love. And I sure as fuck didn’t care if anyone else saw them. Let them see how much my wife loves me.
“Careful. If you’re forgetting, the ‘student’ you’re talking about is my wife.” My tone was firm and clear-this wasn’t a joke.
“And best friend or not, next time you speak about her, I want you to remember that.”
I wasn’t going to stand there and listen to someone talking about her like a scandal.
“I-I am sorry… that was not my intention. It’s just-” he stopped himself, but the sincerity in his apology was clear.
“I know,” I said with a little softness. I understood. Maybe not completely, but enough to know that something was bothering him.
“I’m really sorry. That just came out wrong… I’m very happy for you two,” he said, his voice genuinely apologetic.
“Let’s go,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder in an attempt to lighten the mood.
We went to our respective classes.
Even though I had seen her in the morning, it felt like it had been days, and I was already missing her.
As I entered her class, my gaze automatically found her sitting with her friends.
I didn’t even need to look for her. It was like a magnetic connection between us, pulling me toward her. I gave her a tiny nod to let her know I had seen her. The way her eyes shined with love… my beautiful wife.
I think I’m the one who needs to worry about being professional today instead of Adi-because the way she’s looking at me… it’s fucking torture not to close the distance between us and show her exactly how I feel.
Clearing my throat, I began the lecture. But throughout it, I could feel her gaze on me the entire time. I deliberately avoided looking at her because I didn’t want to lose focus or get distracted.
But who am I kidding?
It didn’t take long before my gaze betrayed me, and there she was-already looking at me with that unguarded smile, making my heart flutter.
That’s how much she affects me.
A single smile from her can send a rush of heat through my veins.
She looked down at her phone, fingers moving over the screen. Maybe she was typing something.
A moment later, my phone vibrated with a notification.
I frowned slightly, checking the screen. A text from her.
Huh? Why is she texting me in class?
Curious, I opened the message-only to feel a jolt of pure shock hit me like 440 volts.
Goddd, this girl.
I tried to keep my expression calm despite the wild storm of emotions raging inside me. My gaze flickered to her, but I kept my face neutral, continuing the lecture as if nothing had happened.
But inside?
Inside, I was anything but calm.
ISHA’S POV
As I sat there, staring at him like a lovesick puppy, an idea popped into my head. A mischievous smirk tugged at my lips as I grabbed my phone and quickly typed out a message for my dear husband.
Isha: I wanna kiss u so badlyyyu…uhhmmma ππ
I watched him check his phone, his usual calm and composed expression slipping just for a fraction of a second before he masked it with indifference.
Huh. So much for a reaction.
Rudra: …seen
I narrowed my eyes. Oh, so he was going to play it like that? Fine. Let’s see how long he can keep up this act.
Isha: My marks are looking so good on your neck… π₯΅
This will definitely get to him. I hit send with full confidence, mentally patting myself on the back.
But to my utter disbelief, he simply looked at his phone, then at me, before putting it away and continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened.
What the…? Is he seriously not affected by anything I say?
After class, we headed to the canteen.
“Why are you sulking now? You were practically chirping in the morning. What happened?” Kajal asked, sipping her strawberry shake.
“I don’t know,” I muttered, stirring mine absentmindedly.
“Girl, I think you should know.” The shock and warning in her tone made me sit up straight.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, following her gaze to something behind me.
“Peechhe dekh.”
As I turned around, every fiber of my body burned with rage. A girl was standing way too close to my husband, talking to him as if they were on a freaking date. Rudra was clearly maintaining his distance, but she had no intention of doing the same. Her annoying giggles echoed in my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
“What’s she doing with Rudra sir? She’s not even a graduate student. She’s from PG,” Shreyansh frowned beside me.
I watched as Rudra said something to her, and her face instantly fell-frustration and rejection evident in her expression. Good.
As if sensing my eyes on him, he looked in our direction. I quickly turned away, but not before giving him a sharp glare. Kajal and Shreyansh immediately started looking everywhere but at him, acting as if we’d just been caught committing a crime.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Rudra take a seat at the table behind us. A moment later, Adi sir joined him, and they started chatting.
“So that’s why you were sulking, huh?” Kajal teased, amusement dancing in her eyes.
She thinks I’m upset because some random girl was clinging to my husband. Well, I wouldn’t say it didn’t affect me, but I know Rudra. He has no interest in anyone else, no matter how hard they try. He keeps them at a distance without causing a scene.
But my concern was something else.
Did I really cross a line today?
Maybe I shouldn’t have texted him like that during class. He takes his profession seriously-what if he’s actually mad at me? I was just trying to tease him. I didn’t think he’d ignore me like this.
Earlier, when the lecture ended, I tried to approach him, but he walked away as if he hadn’t even noticed me.
But he can’t fool me. I know he saw me. And yet, he left. He ignored me.
Ughh. I’m losing my mind.
“Kya atma vatma aa gyi h kya tujhm khudse he baatein krk ajeeb se chehre bnaye jaa rhi h kbse” kajal’s voice bring me back to the reality where both her and shreyansh were looking at me like they have seen some ghost.
“What?”
“Mujhe to hanuman chalisa bhi poori nhi aati , mera kya hoga” shreyansh spoke with a feared expression.
“Tum log pagal ho gye ho , m bss kuchh soch rhi thi ” i scoffed them brushing it off casually.
“Abe ese MTT socha kr heart attack ane vala tha bss mujhe” shreyansh said dramatically placing his hand on his chest.
“Why didn’t you chose drama college instead of science college? You will ace there you know” I said giving him a sweet smile which was anything but sweet.
“If I had gone there then you guys would have lost your chance of meeting a nobel personality like me” he said confidently looking at his nails.
the audacity! Huhh.
“Ignore him let’s talk about the upcoming fare , we are making a project in a group ok , so tell me your ideas about it ” kajal spoke ignoring shreyansh who was sulking like we have intrupted the speech of the president of the USA.
“I think it should be big” I spoke first, raising my voice a little
“What’s wrong with small one ?” Shreyansh intrupted challenging me
“Well first of all people like it ” i said turning towards him,” and second we can use the big ones but small are useless”
“That’s just your opinion, i don’t think so”he replied now frustrated that he’s not gonna win this one. It’s like we are in a debate competition.
“But you don’t have any experience with that , do you?” I asked raising my brow , i know he had never made any project, even those which were necessary for marks he had made someone else make them for him. He himself told us that earlier.
“I guess so , so ours is the only opinion that matters” i said pointing towards me and kajal who was looking like she would burst out laughing any moment.
We both looked at each other than at her,” what happened to you?” I asked confused.
Then she broke out into laughter like a maniac,” ohh God ….y-you guyss-” she couldn’t complete the Sentence before she started laughing again making us even more confused.
“Do you guys have any idea how your conversation sounded like, and on the top of that you were speaking like you are in some debate entire canteen is looking at you , look around” and she was right as I looked around everyone was looking at us Atleast those who are near to us sitting or standing.
But what was wrong with our conversation, we were just talking that it should be b- ohh God the realisation Hits me as I rewind the conversation in my mind.
My gaze went towards the table behind us where he was sitting, i don’t know about anyone else but he has definitely heard us and God knows what he will be thinking now.
“Ewww you are so dirty minded” shreyansh Said making a face towards kajal ,” ohh yea it’s only me who’s looking at you two right?” She said rolling her eyes at him
The day couldn’t get anyworse.
A few hours later……
Bhagwan ji, aapko challenge thodi kar rahi thi, aap toh serious ho gaye.
Now I was going home alone because Rudra had to take extra classes due to the absence of a professor in the PG department.
He could have come himself to tell me instead of just informing me through a message. Is he really that angry?
Kajal dropped me home on her scooty. There was still time before Rudra would return, so I decided to take a nap.
Some hours later, I woke up and glanced at the clock. It’s late. He should be home by now.
Sitting up on the bed, I rubbed my eyes and looked around, but Rudra was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was in the kitchen.
Dragging my half-asleep self, I walked there, but the space was empty. Frowning, I grabbed a glass of water, washed my face to wake myself up properly, and returned to our bedroom.
As soon as I stepped inside, the bathroom door opened, and Rudra emerged, a towel wrapped loosely around his torso, another in his hand as he dried his damp hair.
My breath hitched.
Droplets of water glistened on his chest like scattered diamonds, tracing paths down his defined muscles. His dark hair, still wet, fell messily over his forehead, making him look even more breathtaking.
He looked up, his deep whiskey-colored eyes meeting mine.
My body froze.
A slow, almost predatory smirk played on his lips as he took a step forward. Then another. Each movement deliberate, controlled, like a hunter closing in on his prey.
The air in the room thickened, charged with something unspoken.
My heart pounded against my ribs, my pulse quickening with each fraction of space he erased between us. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, the weight of his gaze holding me captive.
He finally stopped when only an inch of space remained between us.
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists at my sides, unsure whether I wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
The heat radiating from his bare skin seeped into mine, making my entire body tingle with awareness.
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Next chapter has the scene from the earlier spoiler…
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