I was about to leave with my bag when he suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me. Before I could react, he snatched the bag from my grip and threw it aside.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly, like it was an order, not a plea.

Something inside me snapped. “Why? Who am I to you? Just your best friend’s sister, right? Nothing else!”

His jaw tightened, eyes hardening further. “Aahana, stop all this and go to your room. Right now.”

“No,” I shot back, voice shaking. “I’m not living here with you anymore.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, and for a second, his voice softened—just a little. “Please, Aahana. It’s not safe outside. Just… don’t do this right now.”

But even his “please” felt distant, like he was saying it only out of responsibility, not because he cared.

“I don’t want to listen to anything. I’m leaving.”

I turned, trying to walk away with whatever dignity I had left, but he caught my wrist again. This time, his grip was firm.

I jerked my hand away, my chest tightening painfully.

“Aahana—” His voice shook, but I didn’t let myself turn. I couldn’t. If I saw his face, I would break.

With tears spilling silently down my cheeks, I whispered, barely audible, “Have a peaceful life without me… Mr. Rudraksh Kapoor. Goodbye.”

The moment the door opened, a cold gust of stormy wind slapped against my skin.

And then I walked out of his villa.
Out into the stormy night.
Out of his life.

With that, the sky finally broke open.
The first drop hit my cheek—
I didn’t even know if it was rain or another tear.
And then the downpour began.

I ran… as fast as my trembling legs could carry me, my bag forgotten, my heart shattering with every step, his villa shrinking behind me just the way his feelings had.

He never loved me.
Maybe it was always meant to be one-sided.
Maybe I was the only one who felt anything at all.

May be he never even cared about my feelings…
not the way a man would if he thought I was his.

And that’s when it finally hit me—
I was never his anything.
Not the way he was everything to me.

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I had her pinned against the bookshelf before she could even catch her breath, my palms flat on the wood beside her head.

“Aahana,” I growled, my voice scraping low, “why the hell are you ignoring me the whole day?”

She shot me a fierce look.

“Don’t you know what you did?” she snapped. “You scolded me in front of my friends for being five minutes late—and then you didn’t even let me enter the class.”

I exhaled slowly through my nose, keeping my tone controlled.

“Rules for everyone in my class are the same for you too,” I said, leaning in until her lips were a whisper from mine. “But here… right now… I’m not your professor, Little Heart. I’m your man.”

She scoffed and turned her face to the side. “Whatever… I’m still angry with you.”

That set something off in me.
I hated when she looked away.

My hand lifted automatically, fingers closing gently but firmly around her jaw. I tilted her face back toward me, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“No,” I murmured, my thumb brushing her cheek. “When I’m talking to you… you look at me.”

Her breath hitched—just the way I knew it would. And damn, the sound went straight to my head.
I softened my voice, though the desperation still bled through.

“Tell me what you want,” I said quietly, my forehead brushing hers. “I’ll do anything you say, Little Heart… just don’t ignore me like this.”

She didn’t speak.
Instead, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me even closer—her lips almost grazing mine, her breath warm against my mouth.

“Then apologise properly,” she murmured, her voice dripping with challenge.

Her touch.
Her command.
Her body pressed against mine in the dim library light—

It dragged a low growl out of me before I could stop it.

With a slow, sinful voice, I whispered, “You want an apology? Fine. I’ll apologise in a way that’ll make you forget why you were angry in the first place…”

She smirked, eyes glinting with pure mischief. “Then show me how you’ll apologise to your favourite student, Professor Rudraksh.”

And that was it.

I crashed my lips onto hers and unbuckled my belt in one swift motion. The sound of metal hitting the floor echoed through the library as I freed my hard, throbbing length from the confines of my pants.

She moaned against my mouth as I kissed her hungrily.

Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her up against the old bookshelf, her legs wrapping tightly around me.

My hand sliding down to lift her skirt.
Good thing she had worn a top and skirt to college today.

I pushed her panty aside and positioned the head of my cock against her entrance—without pulling away from her mouth for even a second.

Then, as she was out of breath, I left her mouth, and the next moment entered inside her in one deep thrust.

The bookshelf behind us shook violently from the force of my entry, causing ancient volumes to tumble down silently.

She screamed, “Ahhhh… A-Akshhhh!”

“Take your apology, my angry Little Student.” I murmured, every word dripping with hunger and possessiveness.

“Oh f-fuck… Akshhh!” She moaned.

“Please, Little Heart… forgive me now.” I said, pressing my head against hers with powerful thrusts.

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