Morning sunlight filtered through the huge classroom windows.

The entire class looked half sleepy… half alive.

Some students were gossiping…

some finishing assignments at last moment…

while others busy scrolling phones under desk secretly.

But one person stood near the last bench—

completely focused on adjusting her hair in phone camera.

Arohi.

“Yaar mera kajal smudge toh nahi ho raha?” she whispered to Maya.

Maya rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Physics class mein ho ya photoshoot pe?”

Arohi grinned proudly.

“Dono.”

Before Maya could reply—

the classroom suddenly went silent.

Because he entered.

Advay Sharma.

Black shirt.

Grey formal pants.

Specs resting perfectly on his nose.

Physics file in one hand.

Cold professor aura in full form.

The entire class instantly straightened.

Even Arohi unconsciously sat properly.

God… why does he look so attractive while being strict?

Advay kept the file on desk.

Sharp eyes scanning whole class once.

And then—

his gaze stopped on Arohi for exactly two seconds longer.

Tiny.

Almost invisible.

But enough for her heartbeat to react.

He looked away immediately.

Professional again.

“Open your books.”

Class groaned softly.

One boy whispered—

“Sir ko Monday se personal dushmani hoti hai.”

Whole bench laughed quietly.

Advay looked up instantly.

“Joke complete ho gaya ho toh chapter bhi complete kar lein?”

Dead silence.

Arohi bit her lip to stop smiling.

Physics Class

Advay started teaching numerical derivation on board.

Calm voice.

Precise explanation.

But Arohi?

Barely listening.

Her eyes kept drifting toward him.

Last night he said sorry so softly…

And then held me like I’d break…

A small smile appeared unconsciously on her lips.

“Arohi.”

Her soul almost left body.

Whole class turned toward her.

Advay looked at her calmly.

Too calmly.

“Answer.”

She blinked.

“Kaunsa question?”

Entire class burst out laughing.

Advay closed marker cap slowly.

“Aapka dhyaan kaha hai?”

Arohi muttered softly—

“Aap pe…”

Maya choked beside her.

“Pagal hai kya?!” she whispered-shouted.

Luckily Advay didn’t hear clearly.

Or maybe he pretended not to.

He sighed lightly.

“Stand up.”

Arohi made a face but stood.

“Ab bataiye velocity equation.”

Her brain blank.

Completely blank.

Because the professor asking question—

was also her husband who kissed her forehead before sleeping.

This should honestly be illegal.

“Sir…” she tried carefully,

“Thoda hint?”

Class laughed again.

Advay shook his head slightly.

Then finally answered himself and continued lecture.

But secretly—

he noticed one thing.

She still looked tired.

Eyes slightly swollen from crying last night.

And instantly guilt touched him again.

Mid Lecture Announcement

Suddenly the classroom door opened.

Cultural committee students entered excitedly.

“Good morning sir!”

Advay nodded once.

One girl spoke excitedly—

“Sir fest announcement karna tha.”

Instantly entire class woke up.

“FEST?!”

“Finally!”

“Bhai iss baar toh full maze!”

Advay stepped aside slightly.

The committee member smiled brightly.

“Guys, annual college fest next month organize ho raha hai!”

Entire class erupted in cheers.

“Dance, singing, drama, fashion walk, group performances, everything!”

Students immediately started discussing loudly.

“Is baar hum dance karenge!”

“Bhai band performance fix!”

The girl continued—

“And participation compulsory hai.”

Whole class:

“WHAT?!”

“Yes,” she laughed,

“Everyone has to participate in at least one activity.”

Groans everywhere.

Meanwhile Maya instantly grabbed Arohi’s arm.

“WE ARE DOING DANCE.”

Arohi widened eyes.

“No chance.”

“Shut up,” Maya said dramatically,

“Tu dance karegi aur main tujhe stage pe leke jaungi.”

Arohi laughed nervously.

Dance means practice… practice means Advay noticing…

Dangerous combination.

Meanwhile another committee member added—

“Pair performances allowed with seniors too.”

Maya’s eyes sparkled.

“Arohiiiii…”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Before argument could continue—

one senior from final year entered classroom late.

Tall. Confident. Popular type.

“Sorry ma’am late ho gaya.”

Committee girl immediately smiled—

“Oh perfect timing, Aryan! Tum dance team handle kar rahe ho na?”

He nodded casually.

Then his eyes moved across class—

stopping on Arohi for moment.

Maya noticed instantly.

And unfortunately—

so did Advay.

A senior.

Great.

Aryan spoke casually—

“Freshers aur second years jo dance mein interested hain, names de dena.”

Maya immediately raised hand.

“Sir, hum participate karenge.”

Arohi looked at her in betrayal.

“MAYA!”

Whole class laughed.

Aryan smiled slightly.

“Partner performance?”

Before Arohi could refuse—

Maya answered proudly—

“Haan!”

Aryan looked toward Arohi.

“Then I’ll pair up with her.”

Silence.

Tiny.

Dangerous.

Arohi blinked.

“Main?!”

Maya looked excited.

“DONE.”

And at that exact moment—

marker in Advay’s hand snapped.

Entire class went silent.

Advay looked at the broken marker calmly.

Too calmly.

But his jaw?

Tight.

Very tight.

Senior ke saath pair?

Seriously?

Arohi slowly looked toward him.

And instantly realized—

Oh no.

Professor Sharma was jealous.

The entire college buzzed with fest excitement.

Every corridor louder than usual.

Students discussing performances… costumes… auditions… music…

For once—

even boring academic walls looked alive.

And right in the middle of all that chaos—

stood Arohi.

Laughing.

Openly.

Freely.

Something Advay noticed immediately. Outside Staff Office

Advay walked out of the staff office holding a few files.

Still wearing that composed professor expression.

Still looking calm.

But the moment his eyes lifted—

they landed on her.

Arohi stood near the corridor railing with Maya and Aryan.

Maya was talking nonstop.

Aryan teasing her.

And Arohi—

laughing so hard her head tilted back slightly.

Advay slowed down unconsciously.

She didn’t laugh this much even during breakfast.

That thought irritated him instantly.

He looked away.

Started walking again.

Then heard Aryan say—

“Dance practice mein agar tum itna hi confuse hui na toh hum first round mein hi eliminate ho jayenge.”

Arohi gasped dramatically.

“Excuse me?! Main bohot accha dance karti hoon.”

Aryan folded arms.

“Confidence dangerous level ka hai.”

Maya burst out laughing.

“Bhai tu rehearsal ke baad roega.”

Arohi pointed finger at both of them.

“Dekho mujhe underestimate mat karo.”

Aryan smirked.

“Accha? Ek step karke dikhao.”

Without hesitation—

Arohi copied one dramatic dance pose right there in corridor.

Maya almost screamed laughing.

Aryan clapped sarcastically.

“Wah. Bharatnatyam aur cardiac arrest ka combo.”

“Shut up!” Arohi hit his arm lightly.

And that exact moment—

Advay stopped walking completely.

His eyes fixed on Aryan’s arm.

On how casually Arohi touched him.

Something sharp twisted inside his chest.

Seriously?

He knew it was stupid.

Immature even.

But he still hated it.

Because seeing her laugh with someone else—

felt wrong.

Especially when that someone else kept looking at her too much.

🌤 Corridor Continues

Maya suddenly leaned toward Arohi dramatically.

“Waise honestly… Aryan aur tera pairing mast lagega stage pe.”

Arohi rolled eyes.

“Bas kar.”

Aryan laughed.

“Nahi seriously… chemistry toh acchi hai humari.”

Arohi smirked playfully.

“Haan obviously. Main hi acchi hoon.”

Maya groaned.

“Khud ki tareef karne ka confidence chahiye.”

They laughed again.

And somewhere behind them—

Advay’s patience slowly dying.

He stood near office door pretending to check files.

But his attention?

Completely on them.

Chemistry?

Out of all words—

that one annoyed him most.

Physics professor being tortured by chemistry jokes.

Beautiful.

He tried ignoring it.

Really tried.

But then Aryan suddenly said—

“Waise partner… kal se practice start?”

Partner.

Advay’s grip tightened around the file.

Arohi nodded casually.

“Haan but easy steps rakhna.”

Aryan grinned.

“Depend karta hai tum kitni fast learner ho.”

Maya instantly added—

“Nahi hai.”

Arohi gasped.

“Maya!”

Again laughter.

Again comfort.

Again that stupid feeling inside him.

Why is he standing so close?

Aur yeh itna smile kyun kar rahi hai?

Advay hated this version of himself.

Jealous.

Possessive.

Distracted.

And worst part?

He couldn’t even show it.

Because here—

he wasn’t husband.

He was Professor Sharma.

The Moment

Arohi turned slightly while laughing—

and finally noticed him standing near office.

Their eyes met instantly.

And just like that—

her smile faded a little.

Because she recognized that look.

Calm face.

Cold eyes.

Tight jaw.

Oh.

He was jealous jealous.

Arohi almost smiled at that thought.

Why is this kind of cute?

Advay looked away first.

Professional mask back on.

But Aryan noticed her distraction.

“Kya hua?”

Arohi immediately shook head.

“Kuch nahi.”

Maya followed her gaze—

toward staff office.

Then instantly smirked.

“Ohhhh…”

Arohi glared.

“Chup.”

Maya leaned closer whispering dramatically—

“Physics sir tujhe dekh rahe the kya?”

Arohi’s heart skipped.

“Pagal hai kya?”

Aryan looked confused.

“Kaun Sharma sir?”

Maya nodded innocently.

“Haan woh toh Arohi ko special attention dete hain.”

Arohi almost died.

“MAYA!”

Aryan laughed casually.

“Good for her then. Internal marks safe.”

Advay heard that.

Every word.

And suddenly—

he walked toward them.

Slow.

Controlled.

Dangerously calm.

The three instantly straightened.

Especially Arohi.

Professor Sharma mode activated.

Advay stopped in front of them.

Eyes first on Aryan.

Then Maya.

Then finally Arohi.

“Fest discuss ho gaya ho toh shayad classes bhi attend kar lein.”

His voice calm.

But sharp enough.

Maya immediately nodded.

“Haan sir!”

Aryan smiled politely.

“Actually practice discussion—”

Advay cut him off smoothly.

“Practice ke liye poora month hai.”

Then his eyes shifted toward Arohi.

“And Miss Arohi…”

Her heartbeat jumped.

“…aapka physics assignment abhi tak submit nahi hua.”

Arohi blinked.

“What?!”

Maya looked confused.

“Assignment tha?”

Advay answered without looking away from Arohi.

“Ab hai.”

Arohi stared at him.

Oh my God. He is absolutely jealous.

Aryan tried not to laugh.

“Okay sir.”

Advay gave one last look toward Arohi.

Long.

Meaningful.

Then walked away.

The moment he disappeared—

Maya exploded.

“OH MY GOD.”

Arohi covered her face instantly.

Aryan laughed loudly.

“Yeh pakka jealous tha.”

Arohi glared immediately.

“Shut up.”

But deep inside—

her heart was secretly smiling.

Because no matter how calm Advay acted…

she had seen it clearly.

That possessiveness.

That irritation.

That look in his eyes.

And honestly?

She liked it a little too much.

The ride home should’ve been normal.

But it wasn’t.

The moment Arohi sat inside the car—

she knew.

Advay was still upset.

Not angry-angry.

Not shouting.

Which honestly felt worse.

Because silent Advay?

Terrifying.

He started the car quietly.

No music.

No unnecessary words.

Just cold silence filling the space between them.

Arohi stole a glance at him.

Sharp jaw.

Focused eyes on road.

One hand gripping steering wheel tightly.

Yup. Definitely jealous.

And unfortunately for him—

Arohi found that adorable.

So naturally—

she decided to irritate him more.

“Waise Aryan accha dance karta hai.”

No response.

Not even a blink.

Arohi bit back a smile.

“Uski timing bhi bohot acchi hai.”

Still nothing.

Advay changed gear calmly.

Eyes fixed ahead.

Acha. Ignore karenge? Fine.

She leaned back dramatically.

“Maya toh bol rahi thi humari chemistry acchi lagti hai.”

The steering wheel tightened slightly under his grip.

Tiny movement.

But she noticed.

Victory.

Arohi hid her grin near window.

“Waise mujhe bhi lagta hai stage pe performance mast—”

“Seatbelt properly lagao.”

Finally.

He spoke.

But not what she wanted.

Arohi stared at him in disbelief.

“Main serious baat kar rahi hoon.”

Advay replied calmly—

“Main bhi.”

She huffed loudly.

“Aap jealous ho.”

“No.”

Instant answer.

Too fast.

Arohi almost laughed.

“Bilkul ho.”

Advay exhaled slowly.

Still not looking at her.

“Tumhe har cheez funny lagti hai?”

His tone wasn’t loud.

But heavy.

Arohi’s smile faded slightly.

Okay… maybe he’s actually upset.

Silence settled again.

This time uncomfortable.

After few minutes—

the car stopped.

Arohi looked outside confused.

A clinic.

She blinked.

“Hum yaha kyun aaye?”

Advay finally looked at her properly.

“Doctor appointment.”

Her expression dropped immediately.

“Oh no…”

Advay got out of car first.

Arohi stayed seated dramatically.

“Nahi jaana mujhe.”

He opened her side door calmly.

“Utaro.”

“Advay please…”

“No arguments.”

That professor tone again.

Arohi frowned.

“Mujhe clinics pasand nahi.”

Advay leaned slightly closer.

Voice lower now.

Softer.

“Mujhe tumhara careless hona pasand nahi.”

Silence.

That one line removed all her stubbornness.

Slowly—

she stepped out.

🏥 Clinic

The waiting area smelled faintly of medicines and sanitizer.

Arohi sat beside him quietly now.

Hands folded.

Face annoyed.

Meanwhile Advay handled everything.

Reception.

Appointment.

Previous prescription.

Everything.

As if he had already planned it all.

Arohi watched him secretly.

He gets more stressed about my health than I do.

That thought warmed her chest slightly.

The nurse called—

“Arohi Sharma?”

Advay immediately stood.

Doctor smiled warmly seeing them enter.

Female gynecologist around late 30s.

Calm face.

Comforting aura.

“Hello Arohi, how are you now?”

Arohi gave awkward smile.

“Fine…”

Advay looked at doctor directly.

“She stopped taking medicines for fifteen days.”

Arohi looked at him in betrayal.

“Advay!”

Doctor raised eyebrow instantly.

“Why?”

Arohi looked down.

Mumbling softly—

“Vomiting jaisa feel hota tha…”

Doctor nodded understandingly.

“Then you should’ve informed.”

Advay folded arms immediately.

“Exactly.”

Arohi glared at him.

“You don’t have to agree so fast.”

Doctor almost smiled watching them.

Then calmly explained—

“PCOS mein consistency important hoti hai. Medicines suit nahi kar rahi toh change karte hain… but skip nahi.”

Arohi nodded quietly.

Doctor continued asking questions.

Diet.

Sleep.

Stress.

And before Arohi could answer properly—

Advay answered half of them himself.

“She skips meals.”

“She sleeps late.”

“She overthinks.”

Arohi stared at him.

Excuse me?

Doctor looked amused.

“Husband bohot attentive hai.”

Arohi looked away instantly.

Trying to hide tiny smile.

Meanwhile Advay stayed serious.

“Health important hai.”

Doctor prescribed lighter medicines.

Suggested lifestyle changes.

Then finally looked at Arohi kindly—

“Take care of yourself properly.”

Before Arohi could answer—

Advay spoke again.

“She won’t. Main dekh lunga.”

Arohi’s heart betrayed her stupidly at that line.

Because despite the irritation…

despite the jealousy…

despite the scolding—

everything he did screamed one thing only.

He cared.

Too much.

The moment they entered home—

Advay’s serious mode returned.

Not angry.

Not jealous.

Worse.

Concerned.

Which for Arohi meant—

a full lecture was coming.

And unfortunately—

she was right. Living Room

Arohi had barely removed her sandals when Advay started—

“From tomorrow—”

She immediately groaned.

“Lo shuru ho gaye.”

Advay ignored that completely.

Placed the medicine packet on table carefully.

Then looked straight at her.

“Outside food band.”

Arohi gasped dramatically.

“KYA?!”

“No oily food.”

“Advay!”

“No random chips, cold drinks, instant noodles.”

Arohi looked personally attacked.

“Mera bachpan barbaad kar do aap.”

Advay folded arms calmly.

“Tumhara hormones already barbaad ho rahe hain.”

Silence.

Arohi blinked.

Okay that was rude.

She narrowed eyes at him.

“Aap mujhe dara rahe ho.”

“I’m educating you.”

Same calm tone.

Same professor energy.

Arohi threw herself dramatically on couch.

“Maa!” she shouted loudly.

From kitchen his mother answered—

“Kya hua?”

Arohi pointed accusingly at Advay.

“Aapke bete ne mera jeena mushkil kar diya!”

Advay’s mother walked out trying not to smile.

“Kya kiya isne?”

Before Advay could answer—

Arohi started complaining dramatically—

“Mujhe oily food nahi khana…”

“Outside food nahi…”

“Cold coffee nahi…”

“Chips nahi…”

Then heartbreakingly—

“Life mein happiness bhi nahi…”

His mother laughed softly.

Meanwhile Advay completely serious.

“Exercise bhi karegi.”

Arohi froze mid-complaint.

Slowly turned toward him.

“Excuse me?”

“Morning walk.”

“No.”

“Yoga.”

“Bilkul nahi.”

“One hour.”

“ADVAY.”

He sat beside her calmly.

Ignoring her offended expression.

“You have to wake up early.”

Arohi stared at him like he personally insulted her ancestors.

“Main subah nahi uthti.”

“Ab uthogi.”

“I hate mornings.”

“You also hate medicines. Still logi.”

She opened mouth.

Closed it again.

This man is impossible.

Advay continued like he had prepared an entire presentation.

“Daily fruits.”

Arohi’s face fell more.

“One glass milk.”

Now she looked horrified.

“Main bacchi hoon kya?!”

Advay looked at her directly.

“Baccho se zyada nakhre hain tumhare.”

His mother almost laughed again.

Arohi pointed finger dramatically.

“Dekha maa?! Ye bully karte hain mujhe.”

His mother shook head affectionately.

“Woh sahi bol raha hai beta.”

Ultimate betrayal.

Arohi clutched invisible pearls.

“Wow. Sab log milke attack karo mujhe.”

Meanwhile Advay opened fridge already checking things.

“Kal se fruits aayenge ghar pe.”

Arohi immediately got up.

“Mujhe nahi khane papaya-vapaya.”

Advay looked over shoulder calmly.

“Choice nahi hai.”

She marched toward him angrily.

“Aap dictator ho.”

“Tum careless ho.”

“Main perfectly fine hoon.”

Advay instantly turned serious.

“No. You’re not.”

That tone changed atmosphere immediately.

His eyes softened slightly.

“PCOS ignore karne wali cheez nahi hai, Arohi.”

Silence.

She looked away first.

Because deep down—

she knew he was right.

Advay stepped closer now.

Voice calmer.

Lower.

“Main tumhe control nahi kar raha.”

A pause.

“Main bas chahta hoon tum healthy raho.”

That melted half her stubbornness instantly.

Half.

Not full.

So naturally she muttered—

“Phir bhi milk nahi piyungi.”

Advay stared at her for two seconds.

Then suddenly grabbed her wrist lightly—

pulling her closer.

Arohi stumbled forward slightly.

“Advay!”

He looked straight into her eyes.

“Piyogi.”

Her heartbeat stupidly skipped.

Why does he sound attractive while threatening milk?

This was genuinely concerning.

Arohi tried looking annoyed—

but failed slightly.

His mother noticed everything silently from behind.

Trying very hard not to smile.

Advay finally let go slowly.

“Kal se routine follow hoga.”

Arohi crossed arms stubbornly.

“And if I don’t?”

Advay leaned slightly closer.

Dangerously calm.

“Then Professor Sharma personally handle karega.”

Arohi swallowed.

Maa save me.

But unfortunately—

his mother had already disappeared into kitchen laughing quietly.

Leaving Arohi completely alone with her overprotective husband.

And his terrifying health rules.

The entire evening—

Advay stayed unusually quiet.

Not cold quiet.

Not angry quiet.

Just… thoughtful.

After giving Arohi a hundred health instructions—

he spent almost two hours in kitchen himself.

And honestly?

The kitchen looked like battlefield.

Vegetables everywhere.

Bowls scattered.

Apron slightly dirty.

Meanwhile—

Arohi sat on kitchen counter swinging her legs happily.

Doing absolutely nothing useful.

“Chef sahab…” she said dramatically,

“Order kitni der mein ready hoga?”

Advay didn’t even look at her while cutting vegetables.

“Customer agar disturb na kare toh jaldi ho jayega.”

Arohi grinned proudly.

“Main motivation de rahi hoon.”

“You’re distraction.”

“Difference?”

Advay finally looked up.

Deadpan expression.

“Bohot bada.”

Arohi laughed softly.

And for few seconds—

Advay simply watched her.

How does she look cute even after crying so much yesterday?

Dangerous girl.

Very dangerous.

🍽 Dinner

After almost an hour—

dinner was finally ready.

Simple homemade food.

Less oil.

Healthy.

Obviously.

Arohi stared at plate suspiciously.

“Ye hospital diet jaisa kyun lag raha hai?”

Advay sat beside her calmly.

“Because you’re dramatic.”

She took one bite carefully.

Then blinked.

“Oh.”

Advay raised eyebrow.

“Oh matlab?”

Arohi tried hiding smile.

“Accha hai…”

He smirked faintly.

“Obviously.”

She immediately added—

“Thoda zyada attitude nahi hai aap mein?”

“Thoda?”

They both laughed softly.

The heaviness from previous day finally fading. The Real Battle

Dinner ended peacefully.

Until—

Advay returned from kitchen holding one full glass of milk.

And Arohi’s soul left her body.

“No.”

Advay placed glass in front of her calmly.

“Yes.”

“Advay please…”

“Drink.”

She looked personally betrayed.

“Mujhe bilkul pasand nahi.”

“Pata hai.”

“Smell bhi weird hai.”

“Phir bhi.”

Arohi crossed arms like stubborn toddler.

“Nahi piyungi.”

Advay sighed dramatically.

Then suddenly leaned closer—

voice low and serious.

“Achha.”

Arohi narrowed eyes suspiciously.

“Deal karte hain.”

“Kaunsi?”

Advay picked up milk glass again.

“Agar yeh finish kar logi…”

Arohi looked unconvinced.

“…toh chocolate milegi.”

Her expression changed slightly.

“And…”

He paused intentionally.

Watching her carefully.

“…ek kiss bhi.”

Silence.

Arohi blinked once.

Twice.

Then suddenly grabbed glass.

Advay almost laughed watching her.

Without another argument—

she started drinking milk quickly.

Like someone competing in race.

Half glass gone in seconds.

Advay stared in disbelief.

“Abhi toh smell weird thi.”

Arohi ignored him completely.

Still drinking.

Within seconds—

glass empty.

She slammed it on table proudly.

“Ho gaya.”

Advay looked genuinely impressed.

“Waah.”

Arohi extended hand immediately.

“Ab chocolate.”

“Greedy.”

“And kiss.”

Advay chuckled softly.

“Tumhara focus bohot clear hai.”

Arohi smiled proudly.

“Always.”

Midnight Walk

Later that night—

they walked slowly through nearby park.

Cool breeze.

Dim streetlights.

Almost empty pathways.

Arohi walked beside him quietly.

One hand tucked inside his.

And honestly—

this felt better than every expensive thing in world.

No crowd.

No noise.

Just them.

Their fingers intertwined naturally.

Comfortably.

Arohi looked up at him.

“Waise…”

“Hm?”

“Chocolate kaha hai?”

Advay shook head softly.

“Tumhara main focus wahi hai?”

“Obviously.”

He stopped walking suddenly.

Arohi looked confused.

“What happened?”

Instead of answering—

Advay slowly lifted her hand.

And pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

Arohi froze instantly.

His lips lingered for one extra second.

Warm.

Gentle.

Then he looked up at her.

“Yeh pehle.”

Her cheeks turned pink immediately.

Why does he do simple things so intensely?

It should honestly be illegal.

Advay noticed her blushing face.

Small smile appearing on his lips.

“Ab sharma kyun rahi ho?”

Arohi looked away quickly.

“Main nahi sharma rahi.”

“Accha?”

“Haan.”

Advay leaned slightly closer while walking again.

“Phir haath thande kyun ho gaye?”

Arohi glared instantly.

“Aap bohot annoying ho.”

“And you’re very cute.”

Her heartbeat betrayed her again.

Stupid heart.

They kept walking slowly under dim lights—

hands together…

silence comfortable…

and somewhere between teasing and care—

love settled softly around them.

The park looked peaceful at night.

Cool breeze.

Dim yellow lights.

Soft sound of leaves moving with wind.

And in the middle of the walking track—

Arohi and Advay were completely lost in each other.

Arohi walked ahead playfully—

holding his hand loosely while walking backwards.

“Professor sahab…” she teased,

“aaj bade romantic mood mein ho.”

Advay smirked slightly.

“Tumhare tantrums survive karne ke baad reward toh banta hai.”

Arohi gasped dramatically.

“Excuse me?! Main bohot seedhi hoon.”

Advay stopped walking completely.

Looked at her for two seconds.

Then burst out laughing softly.

“Tum?”

Arohi hit his arm immediately.

“Haan main!”

He pulled her closer lightly by wrist.

“Bilkul nahi.”

Before she could reply—

he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

Arohi froze instantly.

“ADVAY!”

Her cheeks turned pink immediately.

She looked around quickly.

“Koi dekh lega!”

Advay looked completely unbothered.

“Dekhne do.”

“Sharam naam ki cheez hai ya nahi?”

“Tumhare saath rehte rehte khatam ho gayi.”

Arohi stared at him dramatically.

“You’re impossible.”

“Still your husband.”

That stupid line made her smile again.

A few steps later—

Advay suddenly held both her hands and pulled her gently forward.

Before she understood—

he twirled her slowly in middle of pathway.

Arohi laughed instantly.

Hair flying slightly with movement.

Eyes shining under park lights.

For a second—

Advay just looked at her quietly.

How can someone look this beautiful while simply smiling?

Dangerous girl.

But before he could say anything—

an older aunty passing nearby looked at them disapprovingly.

“Aaj kal ke bacche bhi na…” she muttered loudly,

“poora mahaul kharab kar diya hai.”

Arohi’s smile faded slightly.

Aunty continued walking while taunting—

“Shaadi karni nahi… live-in mein rehte hain… girlfriend-boyfriend banke ghoomte rehte hain.”

Advay’s expression hardened instantly.

He looked toward the aunty sharply.

For one second—

Arohi genuinely thought he might say something.

But he stayed silent.

Just tightened his jaw and looked away.

Meanwhile—

Arohi’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

Oh.

If he wouldn’t answer—

she absolutely would.

Without warning—

she grabbed Advay’s arm dramatically and said loudly—

“Tapu ke papa!”

Advay choked.

Arohi continued in full dramatic voice—

“Ghar chaliye na, Tapu ro raha hoga!”

Nearby people instantly turned to look.

Advay stared at her in disbelief.

What is this woman?!

Arohi then looked directly toward the aunty sweetly and smiled.

“Pati-patni hain hum dono.”

Then proudly pulled out her mangalsutra from under her t-shirt.

The aunty looked embarrassed immediately.

“Oh… acha…”

Arohi smiled innocently.

“Haan ji.”

Advay looked away instantly—

trying very hard not to laugh.

The aunty awkwardly left from there quietly.

And the moment she disappeared—

Advay finally looked at Arohi.

“…Tapu ke papa?”

Arohi looked very proud of herself.

“Haan.”

“Tapu kaun hai?”

“Future planning.”

Advay literally laughed this time.

A real laugh.

He held his forehead dramatically.

“Tum sach mein pagal ho.”

Arohi pointed finger at him.

“Par cute pagal.”

“Debatable.”

She gasped dramatically again.

“Ab insult bhi karoge?!”

Advay suddenly stepped closer.

Very close.

Then softly whispered near her ear—

“Waise…”

Arohi’s heartbeat instantly betrayed her.

“…Tapu ke papa sunke accha laga.”

Her face turned completely pink.

“Advay…”

He smiled slightly.

Then held her hand again.

“Chalo ghar, Mrs. Sharma.”

And this time—

Arohi walked beside him quietly.

Trying very hard to hide her smile.

But failing badly.

Their room was unusually peaceful that night.

Soft yellow lamp light.

Cool breeze entering from slightly open balcony door.

Books scattered across bed.

And right in middle of all that—

sat Professor Advay Sharma.

Completely serious.

Physics notes in hand.

While opposite to him—

sat the biggest challenge of his life.

Arohi Sharma.

Who currently looked more interested in doodling flowers on notebook corner than studying.

Advay adjusted his specs slightly and explained patiently—

“Dekho baby, magnetic field ka yeh concept important hai exam ke liye.”

Arohi nodded absentmindedly.

But her actual focus?

Watching his lips move while explaining.

Why does he sound attractive even while teaching physics?

This was becoming serious problem.

Advay continued—

“Iske numericals directly aate hain.”

Arohi hummed.

Still not writing.

Advay finally stopped mid explanation.

Looked at her notebook.

Blank.

Completely blank.

He slowly inhaled.

“Arohi.”

“Hm?”

“Important points likh lo.”

Silence.

Then madam genuinely asked—

“Copy pe likhna hai?”

Advay stared at her for full three seconds.

Absolute disbelief.

Then finally—

“Nahi.”

Deadpan face.

“Mere sar pe likh de tu.”

Arohi instantly burst out laughing.

Advay removed specs dramatically.

“Dhyaan kidhar rehta hai tera?”

Still laughing—

Arohi leaned on table lazily.

“Aap pe.”

Advay froze for half second.

Then shook head helplessly.

“Hopeless.”

Arohi grinned proudly.

“Thank you.”

“That was not compliment.”

“Phir bhi accept kar liya.”

Advay sighed deeply like tired professor who regretted every life decision.

“Thoda apne doston ke saath kam raha karo…”

He tapped her notebook lightly.

“…aur padhai pe dhyaan do.”

Arohi immediately narrowed eyes.

“Indirectly Maya aur Aryan pe taunt maar rahe ho?”

Advay looked offended.

“Main? Bilkul nahi.”

“Aap jealous ho.”

“No.”

“Ho.”

“Arohi—”

She leaned forward dramatically.

“Aapko Aryan pasand nahi.”

Advay closed the book slowly.

Too slowly.

Dangerously slowly.

“Mujhe usse problem nahi hai.”

Arohi smirked knowingly.

“Accha?”

Advay leaned back against chair calmly.

“Mujhe problem tumhare focus se hai.”

“Dance practice bhi important hai.”

“Physics zyada important hai.”

“Aapke liye.”

“Mere liye tumhara future important hai.”

That softened her expression slightly.

Advay noticed immediately.

His tone softened too.

“Baby, fun karo… dance karo… friends ke saath raho…”

Then he tapped her forehead lightly.

“Par studies ignore mat karo.”

Arohi looked at him quietly.

Because behind all the lectures…

all the strictness…

there was always care.

Always.

She sighed dramatically and finally picked up pen.

“Theek hai Professor sahab.”

Advay smirked faintly.

“Good girl.”

Arohi immediately stopped writing.

“No.”

“Kya no?”

“Good girl mat bola karo.”

“Why?”

She looked away slightly.

Mumbling softly—

“Weird feel hota hai…”

Advay understood instantly.

And unfortunately—

that made teasing temptation stronger.

He leaned slightly closer.

“Good girl.”

Arohi’s ears turned pink immediately.

“ADVAY!”

He looked way too entertained now.

“Likho.”

She glared at him dramatically—

but finally started writing notes.

Five seconds later—

“Advay…”

“Hm?”

“Yeh heading kya thi?”

He closed eyes slowly.

Bhagwan, mujhe patience do.

Arohi meanwhile smiled innocently.

Absolutely zero guilt.

And somewhere between physics formulas, teasing fights, and half-written notes—

their night continued softly.

The study session was going terribly.

At least for Advay.

Because after explaining same concept three times—

his wife still looked confused.

Not confused-confused.

More like—

not listening at all.

Arohi sat cross-legged on bed with notebook in lap.

Pen spinning between fingers lazily.

Meanwhile Advay stood near study table explaining derivation again.

“Yeh formula directly application mein aata hai—”

“Hmm.”

“Isliye step skip mat karna.”

“Hmm.”

Advay narrowed eyes slightly.

“Arohi.”

“Hm?”

“Main kya padha raha hoon?”

Silence.

Arohi blinked twice.

Then smiled nervously.

“Physics?”

Advay stared at her.

Completely done.

He removed specs slowly.

“Unbelievable.”

Arohi burst out laughing immediately.

Falling sideways on bed dramatically.

“Sorryyy!”

Advay shook head helplessly.

“You’re impossible.”

Arohi sat up again—

still giggling.

Then suddenly muttered dramatically—

“Galti kar di professor se shaadi karke.”

Advay paused.

Slowly turned toward her.

“Accha?”

Arohi nodded proudly.

“Haan.”

Then started counting on fingers dramatically—

“Har time lecture…”

“Har time padhai…”

“Har time ‘baby notes likho’…”

Advay folded arms calmly.

Watching her nonsense patiently.

Arohi continued—

“Normal husband hote toh romantic hote…”

Advay raised eyebrow.

“Main kya hoon?”

“Walking coaching institute.”

For two seconds—

silence.

Then Advay suddenly replied calmly—

“Toh jao.”

Arohi stopped mid rant.

“Hmm?”

Advay sat back on chair casually.

Too casually.

“Dusra pati dekh lo.”

Arohi blinked.

“Kya?”

He shrugged lightly.

“Bol dena apne papa se…”

Then mimicked her dramatically—

“‘Advay nahi chahiye… koi aur hai kya?’”

Arohi stared at him in disbelief.

EXCUSE ME?!

She immediately sat properly.

“Aap mujhe ghar se nikal rahe ho?”

Advay looked offended.

“Main option de raha hoon.”

“Wow.”

“Waise bhi tumhe professor husband pasand nahi.”

Arohi narrowed eyes suspiciously.

“Aapko mazak bohot aa raha hai.”

Advay leaned back calmly.

“Nahi genuinely. Better husband dhoond lo.”

Then started fake suggestions.

“Koi singer dekh lo…”

“Ya businessman…”

“Ya dancer—”

Arohi immediately threw pillow at him.

“CHUP!”

Advay caught pillow easily.

Trying not to smile now.

“Gussa kyun ho rahi ho?”

“Main kisi aur se shaadi nahi karungi.”

Instant answer.

Without thinking.

Both went silent for second.

Advay’s expression softened slightly.

“Accha?”

Arohi realized what she said.

Immediately looked away.

“Haan matlab…”

Words stuck.

Advay stood up slowly.

Walked toward bed.

“Aur options bhi toh chahiye the tumhe?”

Arohi looked up at him dramatically.

“Nahi chahiye.”

“Sure?”

“Haan.”

Advay sat beside her now.

Close enough that her heartbeat immediately became traitor.

Then softly—

“Toh phir Professor Sharma ko tolerate karna padega.”

Arohi huffed dramatically.

“Aap bohot annoying ho.”

“And still…”

He leaned slightly closer.

“…tumne mujhe hi choose kiya.”

Arohi tried looking away—

but he gently held her chin.

Making her look at him.

“Batana papa ko?”

She glared instantly.

“Kya?”

“Ki Advay nahi chahiye.”

Arohi moved closer suddenly.

Held his collar lightly.

“Papa ko bolungi…”

Advay waited calmly.

“…ki problem professor mein nahi hai.”

“Hm?”

“Problem ye hai ki professor bohot handsome hai.”

For first time that night—

Advay genuinely laughed.

A soft real laugh.

Then pulled her closer by waist gently.

“Acha ji?”

Arohi nodded proudly.

“Isliye padhai pe dhyaan nahi lagta.”

Advay shook head helplessly.

“Tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta.”

“Par aapka ho gaya.”

“What?”

“Pyaar.”

And just like that—

Professor Sharma lost another argument.

Thankyou everyone

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