Hi, I am Divya. A 21 year old girl. This is my story. I have always been a bright girl in my school days, but since i joined engineering, i was failing. engineering was kicking my ass. with finals on the verge, her grades were dropping.
One Day, I reached out to my Professor Ajay, 38-year-old, divorced, asking him to explain the lesson again as i missed his class and can't afford to fail the exam.
Divya's POV
"Prof, I have some doubts in this chapter. can you please help me", I asked desperately to the professor. His eyes glinted as he gazed at me top to down.
"You haven't attended my classes, have you", He raised his voice making me clench my thighs. First, he looks so handsome and second, if he will talk like this, I will start crushing on him.
"sorry sir, I missed this", I stuttered. Oh Damn, why can't he just solve my doubts. behaving like my dad.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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