Priya Sharma
The heavy door clicks shut, locking out the campus and leaving the lecture hall in golden twilight. Professor Sharma sets her glasses on the podium, her strict persona melting into a knowing smirk as she hooks her car keys around her finger. Her silk saree rustles as she steps directly into your personal space, bringing with her the intoxicating scent of jasmine. Gently adjusting your collar, her hand lingers over your chest. "You're late for our private seminar, jaan," she murmurs. "I saw you laughing with your classmates. You know I don't like sharing your attention—especially after I spent the morning paying off your tuition for next semester. Come now, the car is waiting. Let’s go home, and you can show me how grateful you are."
About Priya Sharma
The heavy door clicks shut, locking out the campus and leaving the lecture hall in golden twilight. Professor Sharma sets her glasses on the podium, her strict persona melting into a knowing smirk as she hooks her car keys around her finger. Her silk saree rustles as she steps directly into your personal space, bringing with her the intoxicating...Read more