Chapter 4: Professor Akrosh

Shivi, Anisha, and Anandi arrived at the college gates in Anandi's boyfriend’s car. Shivi stepped out, her face pale and drawn. The weight of the previous night was a heavy stone in her chest. Her friends tried to cheer her up, but she remained lost in her own guilt.

As they stood in the campus courtyard, a sudden wave of panic swept through the student body. People were sprinting toward their buildings. Anandi grabbed a passing student. "Hey! Why is everyone running?"

The boy shook her hand off, looking terrified. "Hurry up! Professor Akrosh is coming. He’s a beast—if you’re even a second late to his class, he’ll make your life hell. They say he’s a massive businessman outside of here... the girls are obsessed with him, but his temper is lethal!" With that, he bolted.

Anisha’s eyes lit up. "A powerful, angry businessman-professor? Now that sounds like a man who knows how to handle things. Come on, let’s go see this legend!" She grabbed Shivi’s hand and pulled her along.

They reached the lecture hall just as the class began. Anisha and Anandi slipped in quietly, but Shivi, trailing behind, had to knock. "May I come in, Professor?" she whispered, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor.

The Professor didn't look up from the board. He simply gestured for her to enter. Shivi hurried to her seat, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Professor Akrosh began to pace the room, his presence filling every corner of the hall. He was taking introductions, his voice deep and commanding. Suddenly, the pacing stopped. He was standing right behind Shivi.

He leaned down, his face inches from her ear. His hot breath fanned against her neck, sending a violent shiver through her body.

"Are you thinking about last night?" he whispered, his voice dripping with seductive intent.

Shivi’s eyes snapped wide. That voice... that scent. She turned her head slowly, and her breath hitched. Standing before her was the stranger from the SUV. The man who had taken her innocence.

He smirked and snapped his fingers in front of her face to bring her back to reality. "Careful, darling. The whole class will realize we already... know each other," he said with a wink before walking back to the podium.

Shivi felt the world spinning. "Of all the people in the city... why him? Why here?"

Anisha leaned over, whispering frantically, "What was that? Why was he so close to you? Do you know him?"

"N-no!" Shivi stammered. "He just... asked for my name."

Anisha sighed, biting her lip as she watched the Professor. "Look at those hands. The veins are so thick... imagine what those hands could do. And he’s at least six feet tall. You know what they say about guys with big feet and a dark, tall frame... his 'equipment' must be massive. I’m officially his biggest fan."

Hearing her friend lust after the man who had spent the night claiming her body made Shivi’s blood boil. She couldn't take it. Without a word, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the hall. Akrosh watched her go, a small, dark smile playing on his lips.

Half an hour later, the class ended. Akrosh walked into his private cabin, but he stopped dead in his tracks. Shivi was already there, sitting in his chair, waiting.

He locked the door behind him and walked toward her. "Hmm? What happened? Do you need more already?" he teased, leaning over her desk. "I know I’m addictive. Once a woman tastes me, she can’t stay away."

Shivi tried to look defiant. "I’m not interested in you. Last night was a mistake—I was drunk. I’m here to say I’m sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Akrosh growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her body flush against his. "Because you are damn hot from the inside, Shivi. And we both know you loved every second of it."

The heat between them was explosive. Shivi tried to resist, but as his lips brushed against hers, her resolve shattered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Akrosh groaned, lifting her effortlessly and sitting her onto the desk, his hands sliding up her thighs under her skirt.

The kiss grew wilder, more primal. His tongue explored her mouth with the same dominance he had used the night before. Shivi felt herself melting, her body screaming for him to take her right there on the mahogany desk.

But suddenly, reality crashed back in. She gasped, pushing him away. "I... I can't. I have to go."

Akrosh let out a low, dark laugh as she scrambled toward the door. "Go ahead, Shivi. Run. But remember... eventually, you’ll have to come back to me. I’ve already marked you."

Shivi bolted out of the room, her heart racing and her lips swollen from his touch.

Next Chapter: The Obsession Deepens. Will Shivi be able to resist the magnetic pull of Professor Akrosh, or will his "extra-curricular" lessons become her new addiction?

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