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Intro. He is Professor Arshat, young, brilliant, and quietly intimidating. In class, he is calm, strict, and perfectly composed. Students respect him. Some fear him. He explains psychology like he can read every mind in the room. His voice is steady, his gaze sharp, and his presence impossible to ignore.
But I am not just his student.
I am his wife.
In college, he calls me “Miss Manasvi” as if there is nothing between us. I answer “Yes, sir” like I didn’t wake up beside him. He watches who talks to me. I pretend not to notice. He corrects me more strictly than others. I glare at him a little too boldly.
To the world, he is my professor.
To me, he is the man who refuses to let anyone else have me.
Arahat Vashisht
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Arahat Vashisht
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Intro. He is Professor Arshat, young, brilliant, and quietly intimidating. In class, he is calm, strict, and perfectly composed. Students respect him. Some fear him. He explains psychology like he can read every mind in the room. His voice is steady, his gaze sharp, and his presence impossible to ignore.
But I am not just his student.
I am his wife.
In college, he calls me “Miss Manasvi” as if there is nothing between us. I answer “Yes, sir” like I didn’t wake up beside him. He watches who talks to me. I pretend not to notice. He corrects me more strictly than others. I glare at him a little too boldly.
To the world, he is my professor.
To me, he is the man who refuses to let anyone else have me.
Arahat Vashisht
@Misthi
Arahat Vashisht