ISHKI

Something warm and heavy was draped over my waist. At first, I thought it was the quilt… until I felt the slow, lazy movement of fingers brushing against my skin.

My eyes flew open. Morning light was streaming into the room through the sheer curtains, painting everything in soft gold.

And there he was.

Rajveer was lying beside me, propped on one elbow, his face dangerously close. His hair was slightly messy, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his eyes — those dark, unreadable eyes — were fixed entirely on me.

“Morning, Mrs. Singhania,” he said, his voice deep and rough with sleep.

The sound of it sent a shiver down my spine.

RAJVEER

She looked even more beautiful in the morning — hair tangled from the night, lips still swollen from my kisses, a faint flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sunlight.

I’d kept her close all night, my hand around her waist, because the idea of waking up without her in my arms was unacceptable.

And now, seeing her awake, her lashes fluttering as she tried to avoid my gaze… God, I wanted to start all over again.

“Sleep well?” I murmured, my thumb tracing slow circles against her hip.

ISHKI

“I… I guess,” I whispered, not daring to meet his eyes. My voice came out more breathless than I wanted.

He chuckled — low, amused, and entirely too knowing. “Guess? After last night, you should’ve slept like a queen.”

My cheeks heated instantly. Images from the night before flashed through my mind — his hands, his voice, his closeness — and I quickly turned my face into the pillow.

RAJVEER

She was hiding. Again. My shy little wife still hadn’t realized there was no hiding from me.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Don’t pretend you don’t remember every second of it.”

She stiffened under my touch, and I smiled against her skin.

“You blush like this,” I continued softly, “and expect me to believe you’re not thinking about it?”

ISHKI

His words sank into me like molten heat. I didn’t know how to handle this — the way he spoke, the way he looked at me, as if I belonged to him entirely.

Finally, I dared a glance at him, and instantly regretted it. He was too close, his gaze far too intense.

“I should… get ready for college,” I mumbled, trying to slip out from under his arm.

RAJVEER

Not a chance.

Before she could escape, I tightened my arm around her waist and rolled us so she was beneath me, her hair fanned out on the pillow.

“You think I’m letting you run away after one night?” I said, my tone half-playful, half-serious. “No, Ishki. This was just the beginning.”

Her breath caught, and I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in the lightest kiss — a reminder, a promise.

ISHKI

My pulse was out of control again. Every time I thought I could handle him, he did something like this — closing the distance, taking control so easily that resistance felt useless.

And the worst part? A tiny part of me didn’t want to resist.

RAJVEER

I didn’t push further. Not yet. I wanted her restless, thinking about me all day. So instead, I kissed her forehead and finally let her go.

“Go get ready,” I said, my voice low. “But know this, Mrs. Singhania — every time you blush today, I’ll know exactly what you’re thinking about.”

Her wide-eyed look of outrage was worth every second.

That morning, Rajveer watched her move around their room, his gaze following her like a shadow. Ishki tried to ignore him, but every glance, every smirk reminded her that her new life had just begun — one where her husband was a dangerous mix of protector, professor, and predator… and she wasn’t sure which side of him she feared, or wanted, more.

"Bchcha remember we'll keep our marriage secret until you complete your entire studies from everyone..... Ok".... Rajveer said.... Ishki nodded and went to get ready......

1 hour later.....

ishki, misha and rajveer sat in the car and went to their college.....and soon reached BHU...... Rajveer went to park the car while ishki and misha went out

Morning at BHU

The Banaras Hindu University campus glowed golden under the early morning sun. The sprawling green lawns of the Faculty of Social Sciences seemed calm, but Ishki’s heart was anything but. She stepped out of the car with misha, adjusting her dupatta over her navy blue kurta, clutching her dissertation draft like it was her life. Calm down, Ishki… it’s just another day. Just another lecture.

Except it wasn’t. It never was. Not when her professor was also her husband.

“Ish!” Misha’s cheerful voice rang out as she came running toward her. The Sociology Department building loomed behind her, its old sandstone walls carrying decades of whispers and debates.

“You look like you didn’t sleep last night,” Misha teased, looping an arm through hers.

Ishki’s cheeks warmed. “I… was working on my dissertation.”

Misha smirked knowingly. “ seriously bhabhi..... Tomorow was your first night and you're saying this...... 😉 and you both are mad or what?? Your marriage has not completed even 1 week and you both came college..... Like nothing happened... Like seriously..... Aise kaun krta hai.... ?” She whispered the last word, her eyes sparkling with mischief.🙄😏

“Misha!” Ishki hissed, looking around. Students milled about, and the last thing she wanted was anyone catching even a hint of the truth.

What misha....?? I'm telling the Truth..... Misha replied

Then they both went to attend their classes

Lecture Hall Scene
The lecture theatre smelled faintly of chalk and old books. Wooden benches creaked as students filed in. Rajveer Singhania, in his crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up, was already there, writing Urban Social Movements on the blackboard in his elegant handwriting.

Ishki took her usual spot, third row from the front — close enough to see him clearly, far enough to avoid suspicion.

When he turned, his gaze found hers instantly. It was subtle, fleeting, but the corner of his lips lifted in a private smile. Her breath caught. No one else would have noticed — except Misha, who nudged her under the desk with a smirk.

Rajveer’s voice filled the room, low and commanding, as he explained theories of urban ecology. “Cities,” he said, walking between rows, “are not just physical spaces. They are living organisms.”

As he passed Ishki’s desk, his hand brushed against her notes touching her hands secretly— an imperceptible touch to anyone else, but enough to send a shiver up her spine. “Your handwriting,” he murmured softly, “is getting neater.”

Her cheeks heated. Sir… not here.

Library Scene
After class, Ishki headed to the central library to find a few reference books. The tall shelves cast shadows, the smell of old paper heavy in the air.

Halfway down an empty aisle, she froze — Rajveer was there, leaning casually against the shelves, holding a book he clearly wasn’t reading.

“You should be in the reading room,” she whispered.

“And you,” he countered, stepping closer, “shouldn’t look this beautiful in public. It’s distracting.”

Her heart pounded as his fingers lightly trailed down the edge of her dupatta. “Someone will see…” she whispered.

“Misha’s keeping watch at the end of the aisle,” he murmured, tilting his head toward the distant corner where Misha was indeed pretending to scroll through her phone.

For a few stolen seconds, he caged her against the shelves, his breath warm against her ear. “Meet me after your seminar,” he said, before disappearing as quietly as he had appeared.

Seminar & Lecture Theatre
The afternoon seminar was held in a larger hall. Ishki sat in the front row as faculty members discussed upcoming research presentations. Rajveer was on stage with other professors, but his gaze kept flicking to her.

At one point, when applause broke out, he leaned slightly toward the mic and said, “I hope our students — especially our top researchers — continue to make us proud.” His eyes locked with hers for that one loaded word: our.

Her pulse skipped. Misha, sitting beside her, elbowed her with a barely suppressed laugh.

Advisor Meeting for Dissertation
Late afternoon, Ishki knocked on Rajveer’s office door. The plaque read: Prof. Rajveer Singhania — Department of Sociology.

“Come in bchcha,” his deep voice called.

She stepped inside, her heart racing. His office smelled of sandalwood and fresh coffee. Stacks of books lined the walls, but his focus was entirely on her.

“Close the door,” he said. She obeyed.

He took the dissertation draft from her hands, flipping through pages with a serious expression. “Your analysis on the rural-urban continuum… it’s strong. But here—” He leaned over the desk, his hand brushing hers deliberately. “…you need to add more citations.”

She swallowed, nodding.

Then, his voice softened. “You’ve been avoiding my eyes all day, Mrs. Singhania.”

Her breath caught at the forbidden title. “We’re at college,” she whispered.

“We’re always at college,” he murmured, coming around the desk to stand beside her. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”

Before she could reply, a knock at the door forced them apart. A junior faculty member entered with some files, and Rajveer slipped instantly back into his professional mask.

Then he checked her dissertation.....

Wait for me bchcha.... We'll go home together...... Some time later..... Then they again sat inside the car and went back........

At Home – The Mask Falls Off

The moment the heavy wooden door of their home clicked shut behind them, Ishki felt the shift.

Gone was the formal Professor Singhania with his crisp voice and measured words.
Gone was the advisor who looked at her across stacks of dissertations and thick sociology texts.

Before she could even step out of her sandals, Rajveer’s arm snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her back against the hard planes of his chest.

His voice, low and dangerously soft, brushed her ear.
"Do you have any idea… how difficult it was to keep my hands off you the entire day, Mrs. Singhania?"

Ishki’s breath caught. Even a week of marriage and a year to be as lovers, that name still made her blush furiously.
"Ra—Rajveer… Misha was in class… people could have—"

He chuckled, lips grazing the shell of her ear.
"Misha knows.... She’s the only reason I didn’t drag you into my office and lock the door."

She turned her head, intending to scold him for the audacity, but the moment her eyes met his, the world outside ceased to exist.
The carefully constructed walls of Professor & Student collapsed, and there was only Husband & Wife.

Rajveer turned her in his arms, trapping her between the door and himself. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up.
"All day, Ishki…" His thumb brushed her lower lip. " Every time you bent over your notebook in class, every time you hid that smile behind your hair… you were killing me."

Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it. "Rajveer… we’re at home now… you can—"

"Oh, I will," he interrupted, voice dropping even lower, his eyes dark and intense. "But first, I’m going to make you tell me something…"

She swallowed, lost in the heat of his gaze.
"Did you think of me during my lecture today?"

Her lashes lowered, but her silence gave her away. A slow smirk curved his lips.
"I knew it…"

Without warning, his mouth claimed hers — deep, hungry, possessive. It wasn’t the soft goodnight kiss of a husband; it was the desperate claiming of a man who’d been starved for hours.

Ishki’s hands clutched at his shirt, fingers twisting the fabric as his other hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"You’re mine," he growled against her lips. "No matter where we are. Classroom, library, seminar… no one gets to look at you the way I do."

She whispered, breathless, "You’re being intense…"

"Dark romance, sweetheart… comes with marrying your professor," he teased, pressing another searing kiss to her mouth before lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Her startled gasp only made his smirk deepen as he carried her through the dimly lit living room toward their bedroom.
Every step felt like crossing an invisible line — from the polite world of academia into the private, dangerous territory of their marriage.

When he set her down on the bed, his gaze roamed over her like he was memorizing every inch.
"Do you know how many times I had to stop myself from touching you in the library today?" he murmured, fingers trailing slowly up her arm. "When you leaned over the desk to pass me your notes… I nearly forgot we weren’t alone."

Ishki shivered under his touch, her voice barely a whisper. "And now?"

His eyes gleamed. "Now, there’s no one to stop me."

The next moments blurred into heat and tenderness — his hands mapping the curves he’d only been able to look at under the harsh fluorescent lights of the department, his mouth tracing the path from her jaw to her collarbone with unhurried devotion.

Between kisses, he murmured things that made her cheeks burn — confessions of how many times he’d imagined this while lecturing, how her shy glances from the front row drove him to the edge, how he planned to keep her close even in class just to torment himself further.

When she shyly tried to protest his teasing, he only hushed her with another deep kiss.
"You can’t hide from me, bchcha. Not in class. Not here. Not anywhere."

Hours later, when the night had deepened into quiet, they lay tangled in each other, her head resting on his chest.
He stroked her hair slowly, a softer tone replacing the earlier hunger.
"Tomorrow, in class, I’ll look at you the same way… and you’ll have to pretend it means nothing. Can you do that, Mrs. Singhania?"

She smiled against his skin, knowing full well she couldn’t. But that was the dangerous beauty of their secret — and the thrill of loving a man she could only fully claim behind closed doors.......

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