Kiara woke up with a bright smile, still basking in the warmth of the previous night's family gathering. The party had been more of a family reunion, with her in-laws welcoming her with open arms. 

They had always been kind to her, but last night's display of affection had touched her heart. It wasn't an exaggeration when she said they loved her more than their own son; they pampered her as if she were a child needing extra attention. 

Every little thing she said or did was met with enthusiasm and praise, making her feel like she was walking on air. Her in-laws had always made her feel like part of the family, but last night was different. 

They had showered her with gifts and attention, making her feel like a queen. Kiara's heart swelled with emotion as she thought about the love and acceptance she had received from her in-laws. 

As she lay in bed, memories of her childhood flooded her mind. She remembered how her family and Abhir's had been inseparable, their homes always filled with laughter and warmth.

 She and Abhir had been childhood sweethearts, despite their 10-year age gap. He had always pampered her, treating her like a little princess. Even now, as a grown man, he still treated her with the same affection and adoration. 

But Kiara's life hadn't always been filled with love and laughter. When she was just 15, her parents had died in a tragic accident, leaving her shattered and alone.

 The loss had been devastating, and Kiara had struggled to come to terms with the void left by her parents' passing. It was then that she had shifted to the Birla mansion, where her in-laws had taken her under their wing and raised her as their own. 

The Birlas had become her surrogate family, providing her with the love, care, and support she so desperately needed.

As Kiara navigated her teenage years within the walls of the Birla mansion, she began to develop feelings for Abhir that went beyond friendship. She couldn't quite explain the flutter in her chest whenever he was near, or the way her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her.

 Kiara tried to brush off these emotions, telling herself that Abhir was just being kind and protective towards her, as he always had. But deep down, she knew that her feelings for him had evolved into something more.

But on her 18th birthday, something unexpected happened that would change the course of Kiara's life forever. As she blew out the candles on her cake, surrounded by the Birla family and their closest friends, Abhir took her hand and led her outside to the garden. 

The warm summer air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers as Abhir turned to face her, his eyes shining with an intensity she had never seen before. 

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Abhir dropped to one knee, a small box open in his hand, revealing a stunning diamond ring. "Kiara," he said, his voice low and husky, "from the moment you came into my life, I knew you were special. Will you marry me?"

Tears of joy and shock pricked at the corners of Kiara's eyes as she stared at Abhir, her mind reeling with the enormity of the moment. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but never thought it would actually happen.

 The ring sparkled in the sunlight, its beauty mesmerizing, but it was Abhir's eyes that held her captive. The love and adoration shining in them was unmistakable, and Kiara's heart swelled with emotion.

 She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, Abhir. Yes, I'll marry you." As the words left her lips, Abhir slid the ring onto her finger, and Kiara felt like she was floating on air. Tears of happiness streamed down her face as Abhir pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

The two years that followed their engagement were a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. Kiara and Abhir spent every spare moment together, basking in the joy and love that radiated between them. 

They made plans for their future, dreaming of the life they would build together. Finally, on Kiara's 20th birthday, they decided to tie the knot in a traditional Punjabi wedding. The festivities began with the Mehndi ceremony, where Kiara's hands and feet were adorned with intricate henna designs.

 The air was filled with the sweet scent of henna and the sound of laughter and music. Abhir, now 30, looked dashing in his Sherwani, while Kiara stunned in her Lehenga, her eyes shining with happiness.

 The Anand Karaj ceremony was a beautiful blend of tradition and romance, with Kiara and Abhir exchanging their vows in the presence of their loved ones. As they took the Lavaan Phere around the sacred fire, the atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration. 

The reception that followed was a vibrant and colorful affair, with music, dance, and feasting that went late into the night. Kiara and Abhir were finally husband and wife, surrounded by the love and blessings of their family and friends.

..........................

As Kiara swung her legs over the side of the bed, she felt a sense of purpose and belonging wash over her. She knew, deep in her heart, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

 With renewed energy and enthusiasm, Kiara sprang out of bed, eager to start the day. She hummed a happy tune as she went about her morning routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face with a sense of joy and contentment. 

Every step, every movement, felt light and effortless, as if she was walking on air. She felt like she was on top of the world, with a bright smile spreading across her face, ready to take on whatever the day had in store.

Kiara stepped into the kitchen, and her eyes landed on Abhir, expertly juggling multiple pans as he cooked up a storm. She leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile spreading across her face as she gazed at her husband. The morning light danced across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips.

Kiara's eyes lingered on Abhir's broad shoulders, his strong arms moving deftly as he expertly flipped the pancakes. Her gaze softened, taking in the sight of her husband, her heart swelling with love and adoration. She felt a flutter in her chest, her smile growing wider as she watched him work his culinary magic.

 The kitchen was filled with the savory aromas of cooking food, but Kiara's senses were captivated by the sight of Abhir, his dark hair mussed, his white shirt stretched across his back. She felt grateful for this little moment, this quiet morning ritual they shared, just the two of them.

 Abhir, sensing her presence, turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Kiara's spine.

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Abhir's eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile reaching deep into her soul. She felt like she was melting into his gaze, her entire being responding to the warmth and love radiating from him. "Good morning," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her smile growing even wider.

 Abhir's eyes never left hers as he walked towards her, a plate of steaming hot pancakes in his hand. He set the plate down on the counter and wrapped his arms around Kiara, pulling her close. "I made your favorite," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Kiara's arms slid around his waist, holding him tight as she buried her face in his chest.

"Aap hi khila dijiye," Kiara said, her voice dripping with sweetness as she slipped into her baby tone. Abhir's eyes crinkled at the corners, his smile growing wider as he was won over by her adorable request.

Abhir's eyes sparkled with amusement as he heard Kiara's baby tone. He chuckled, his chest vibrating with the sound, and picked up a fork to feed her. "Aapko khilana padega?" he teased, his voice low and husky. 

Kiara nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and opened her mouth to receive the bite. Abhir fed her, his eyes locked onto hers, the intimacy of the moment sending shivers down Kiara's spine. She felt like she was melting into his gaze, her entire being responding to the love and adoration radiating from him. 

Abhir's lips brushed against Kiara's, sending shivers down her spine as he gently kissed the chocolate away from the corner of her mouth. The touch was soft and tender, yet it ignited a spark within Kiara, making her heart flutter. 

She felt her eyes drifting closed, her lips parting slightly, inviting Abhir to deepen the kiss. Abhir's fingers grazed her jawline, his thumb tracing the curve of her chin, as he savored the taste of chocolate and Kiara's sweetness.

Little did anyone know, that the strict Maths professor, Abhir, was smitten with his little student wife, Kiara. Behind closed doors, he transformed from a tough, no-nonsense educator to a loving and doting husband. 

His colleagues would be shocked to see the way he looked at Kiara, with eyes that shone with adoration and love. The way he cared for her, nurtured her, and loved her, was a far cry from the stern demeanor he displayed in the classroom. Kiara had brought out a side of Abhir that few people knew existed, and he was grateful to her for that.

....................

"Time to get ready, Kia. We don't want to be late for college," Abhir said, gently nudging her towards the bathroom. But Kiara refused to budge, pouting and clinging to him like a child. "I don't want to go!" 

she exclaimed, her lower lip jutting out in a sulky pose. Abhir raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Kia, you can't throw tantrums on just your second day of college," he chided, trying to reason with her.

But Kiara only clung tighter, her lower lip jutting out in a sulky pout. "I don't want to go," she repeated, her voice laced with a hint of whine. Abhir's expression softened, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

 "What's wrong, Kia? Don't you like college?" he asked, his voice gentle and concerned. Kiara sniffled, her pout deepening. "I don't like waking up early," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. 

Abhir's lips twitched into a smile. "Well, we can't change the college timings, but I can make waking up early more bearable," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Kiara's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she leaned back to look at Abhir, her pout slowly fading.

Kiara huffed, still pouting, but eventually nodded and headed to the closet. "Okay, fine. I'm getting ready," she said, pulling out a few outfits and holding them up for Abhir's inspection. "But tell me, what should I wear?" 

she asked, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. Abhir smiled, walking over to her and scanning the outfits she'd chosen. He picked up a black kurti with white pants, holding it up against her. 

"Wear this one," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You'll look beautiful." Kiara's face lit up with a smile, and she nodded, taking the outfit from him. "Okay," she said, heading to the bathroom to change. Abhir watched her go, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He loved taking care of Kiara, loved being able to make her smile.

...............

Abhir waited for Kiara in the hall, looking handsome in his white shirt and black pants. As she stepped out of the room, her breath hitched, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but be drawn to him, her feet moving closer to him as if of their own accord. Abhir's eyes locked onto hers, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Abhir's eyes sparkled with amusement as Kiara encircled her arms around him, her face tilted upwards to meet his gaze. "Stop being too hot, my professor husband," she whispered, her voice husky and playful. 

Abhir chuckled, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. "I'll try my best to tone down my hotness," he teased, his lips brushing against her forehead. Kiara giggled, her eyes shining with mirth. "I doubt that's possible," she replied, her voice laced with affection.

............

"Okay, I'll drop you off a bit away from the college, within walking distance," Abhir said, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "That way, people will think we're arriving separately." Kiara nodded in agreement, her mind racing with the same thoughts.

 She knew they weren't ready to reveal their relationship to anyone in college, not when everyone believed they were just professor and student. The secrecy was necessary, at least for now.

 "Yeah, that's a good idea," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Abhir glanced at her, his expression understanding. He knew how important it was to keep their relationship hidden, at least until they were ready to face the consequences.

As they approached the drop-off point, Abhir turned to Kiara and smiled. "We're here," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Kiara nodded, gathering her belongings. Abhir leaned over and opened the door for her, his face inches from hers. 

"Be careful, okay? I'll see you in class," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, her pulse racing. "I will," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. With one last glance, Kiara stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk, Abhir's eyes following her until she disappeared into the crowd.

As Kiara walked towards the college building, she spotted Ishvi waiting for her by the entrance. Ishvi's bright smile and bubbly personality were infectious, and Kiara couldn't help but smile as she approached her friend.

 "Hey, girl!" Ishvi exclaimed, throwing her arms around Kiara in a warm hug. "How's it going?" Kiara hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief at being with someone who knew her so well. "It's going," Kiara replied, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. Just then, a tall, handsome guy walked up to them, flashing a charming smile. "Hey, Ishvi," he said, dropping a casual kiss on Ishvi's cheek. "hey, kiara," he said, and she smiled.

 Ishvi chattered excitedly about her weekend, while Reyansh listened attentively, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. Kiara listened good-naturedly, happy to be surrounded by friends. As they approached the classroom, Kiara's thoughts inadvertently drifted to Abhir, uska pati.

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Ishvi's words registered. "You know, the first period is his math class," Ishvi said, a sly grin spreading across her face. Kiara's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. Abhir's class. Already. She felt a flutter in her chest, her palms growing slightly sweaty. Reyansh, oblivious to Kiara's inner turmoil, chuckled.

Kiara's gaze drifted across the room, her eyes landing on Shivangi, who was meticulously reapplying lipstick to her already heavily made-up lips. Shivangi's eyes met Kiara's, and for a moment, they locked gazes. 

Kiara's expression remained neutral, but Shivangi's eyes flashed with a mixture of disdain and competitiveness. Shivangi's gaze lingered on Kiara's simple yet elegant outfit, her expression clearly conveying her disapproval. Kiara's eyes narrowed slightly, her mind racing with memories of past encounters with Shivangi. 

She knew Shivangi's tactics all too well – the subtle jabs, the veiled insults, the constant one-upmanship. But Kiara refused to rise to the bait. Instead, she offered Shivangi a sweet, saccharine smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The tension between them was palpable, but Kiara was determined to keep her cool.

Kiara's eyes flicked back to Shivangi, a silent defiance burning within her. "Bring it on, Shivangi," Kiara thought to herself, a confident smirk spreading across her mind. "You can try all you want, but you'll never succeed in luring my husband away from me. Abhir is mine, and I'm his. You're just a fleeting distraction, a momentary blip on the radar of our love."

The thought gave Kiara a sense of confidence and calm, and she turned her attention back to Ishvi and Reyansh, who were engrossed in a heated discussion about the upcoming college festival.

 Kiara smiled to herself, feeling a sense of security and love for Abhir. She knew that no matter what Shivangi tried, she could never come between them. Abhir was hers, and she was his. The bell rang, signaling the start of the class

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she saw Abhir walk into the room, his confident stride commanding attention. He carried a few books related to math and a laptop, his eyes scanning the class with a familiar intensity until they met hers.

 For a moment, they just looked at each other, the connection between them palpable and undeniable. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, as if the entire class had melted away, leaving only the two of them. Kiara's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing with excitement. Then, Abhir's expression turned neutral, his eyes releasing hers as he greeted the class with a warm, professional smile

"Good morning, everyone," he said, his deep voice filling the room. Kiara felt a flutter in her chest, but she knew she had to maintain her composure. After all, she was Abhir's student, and she couldn't let anyone suspect the truth about their relationship. She took a deep breath, focusing on the lesson as Abhir began to write on the blackboard. But her awareness of him remained acute, her senses heightened as she stole glances at him, her heart still racing with excitement.

Kiara's whisper was barely audible, but Ishvi's sharp ears picked it up. "He's too hot," Kiara muttered, her eyes fixed on Abhir. Ishvi's eyes sparkled with amusement as she turned to Kiara. "100%!" 

she whispered back, a sly grin spreading across her face. Kiara's confusion was evident, and Ishvi chuckled. "I mean, 99% of the girls in class have a crush on him. And now, with you joining the fan club, it's officially 100%!" Ishvi teased, her voice low to avoid drawing attention. Kiara's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Little did Ishvi know, Kiara's feelings for Abhir went far beyond a simple crush...

"Shh, Ishvi, not so loud," Kiara whispered, glancing around the room to make sure no one else had heard. Ishvi chuckled and leaned in closer. "Don't worry, Kiara, your secret's safe with me. But seriously, who wouldn't have a crush on him? He's gorgeous!" Kiara forced a laugh, trying to downplay her true feelings. But Ishvi's words struck a chord. It was more than just a crush for Kiara. Much more.

Abhir's gaze swept across the room, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Kiara and Ishvi engaged in a hushed conversation. His brow furrowed in disapproval, he pointed at them, his voice firm but controlled. 

"Second bench, any problem?" he asked, his eyes locking onto Kiara's, a hint of reprimand in his tone. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she met Abhir's gaze, her face growing warm with embarrassment.

 Ishvi, sensing the tension, spoke up quickly, her voice laced with apology. "No, sir, sorry about that," she said, her eyes darting to Kiara before returning to Abhir. Abhir's expression remained stern for a moment before he nodded curtly, his eyes releasing Kiara's. "Let's focus, then," he said, turning back to the lesson at hand.

As the class drew to a close, Abhir summarized the key points, his eyes scanning the room to ensure everyone was paying attention. Finally, he nodded, his expression satisfied. "That's all for today. Your assignment is on the website. Please review the material and come prepared for the next class."

"One more thing," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "Tomorrow, we will be having a surprise test on the topic I covered today." The room fell silent, with students exchanging worried glances. Kiara's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with the sudden announcement. 

Ishvi's face fell, her eyes darting to Kiara in dismay. "A test?" someone whispered, echoing the collective shock. Abhir nodded, his expression unyielding. "Yes, a test. I expect you all to come prepared. Review the material we covered today and be ready to apply it." With that, the class was dismissed, leaving the students to scramble and prepare for the unexpected test. Kiara felt a surge of anxiety, her heart racing with the challenge ahead.

Kiara muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible, but Abhir's sharp ears picked up the phrase. "Khadoos kahi ka," she whispered, her eyes rolling in exasperation. Abhir's expression remained neutral, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

 He chose to ignore the comment, his gaze sweeping across the room as he gathered his belongings. Kiara's eyes met his for a brief moment, a spark of defiance flashing in her gaze.

 But Abhir's expression remained impassive, giving no indication that he had heard her comment. Ishvi, however, caught the exchange and raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in her eye. "Trouble," she whispered to Kiara, as they filed out of the classroom.

Kiara's eyes sparkled with amusement as she thought about the situation. What could Abhir possibly do? She was his wife, after all. She could call him anything she wanted, and he'd just have to take it. A sly grin spread across her face as she imagined the dynamics of their relationship. Abhir might be her professor, but at home, she was the one who held the power. And she knew exactly how to wield it.

As Kiara packed up her belongings, she let out a relieved sigh, glad that her classes were finally over. Ishvi, noticing her exhaustion, said goodbye and headed out with Reyansh for their coffee date. Kiara watched them leave, a hint of a smile on her face. 

She pulled out her phone and her thumbs flew across the screen as she typed out a message to Abhir. "Hey, hubby," she wrote, a playful tone evident in her words. "Classes are done, and I'm heading home. What's for lunch?" She added a few playful emojis and hit send, wondering what Abhir's response would be.

Kiara slipped her phone back into her bag and began to make her way out of the campus. She walked slowly, enjoying the warm sun on her skin and the gentle breeze rustling her hair. As she strolled, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She loved the way Abhir always made her feel, like she was the only person in the world. And she loved the way he always took care of her, making sure she had everything she needed. Her phone buzzed, breaking into her thoughts.

"Hey, butterfly," he had written, his words as gentle as a summer breeze. Kiara's lips curved into a soft smile as she read on. "I might get late today because of some paperwork in college," he explained, his tone apologetic. "But don't worry, I've already made lunch for you. It's in the fridge, just heat it up and enjoy." Kiara's eyes lingered on the message, feeling grateful for Abhir's thoughtfulness. He always made sure to take care of her, even when he was busy.

Kiara's smile faltered as she read Abhir's next message. "And prepare for your test, sweetheart" he wrote, accompanied by a laughing emoji. Kiara's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance creeping into her expression. 

She felt a surge of frustration, wondering why Abhir couldn't just let her relax for a bit. Didn't he know she was already stressed about the surprise test? His reminder, although well-intentioned, felt more like a nag. Kiara's thumbs hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to respond with a witty remark or a playful jab.

Kiara's response was brief and to the point, a hint of mock resignation in her words. "Ok fine," she wrote, her tone playful but slightly exasperated. Abhir would likely pick up on the subtle undertone, knowing that she was only teasing. Kiara smiled to herself, imagining Abhir's chuckle as he read her response. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest, knowing that their playful banter was just a normal part of their relationship.

..............

Abhir walked into their room, a warm smile spreading across his face as he took in the scene before him. Kiara was fast asleep, her head resting on a pile of notes and textbooks, her arms curled around them as if embracing them. Her study table was a mess of papers, pens, and highlighters, a testament to her hard work and dedication.

 Abhir's eyes softened as he gazed at his wife, feeling a surge of love and admiration for her. He walked quietly over to the table, trying not to disturb her, and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

 Kiara stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. Abhir smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close. "You're going to ace that test, butterfly," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As Kiara stirred in her sleep, her eyes slowly fluttered open, and she was met with Abhir's warm, gentle gaze. For a moment, she looked disoriented, her eyes unfocused as she took in her surroundings. Then, as she registered Abhir's presence, a soft smile spread across her face. "Hey," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. Abhir's smile deepened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle kiss. "Hey, butterfly," he whispered back, his voice low and soothing.

Kiara rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her gaze focusing on Abhir as she spoke. "Abhir, I've been revising the topic you taught in class today, but I'm still having trouble solving a few problems," she said, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. She pushed her notes and textbooks towards him, her eyes seeking his help.

As Abhir began to explain the concepts, Kiara's gaze became transfixed on his lips, her attention drifting away from the math problems and onto the gentle curve of his smile. She felt a sudden surge of affection, and before she knew it, she had leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

 The explanation came to an abrupt halt as Abhir's eyes widened in surprise, but then a soft smile spread across his face, and he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.

Kiara's cheeks flushed with a delightful blush as Abhir teased her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're becoming too naughty, butterfly," he said, his voice low and playful. "How can you kiss a khadoos man?"

 He chuckled, reminding her of the nickname she had affectionately given him. Kiara's laughter merged with his, and she playfully rolled her eyes. "You're not that khadoos, Abhir," she whispered, her voice husky with affection. "At least, not when you're kissing me."

Abhir's lips claimed hers once more, his kiss deepening as he pulled her closer. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she felt his warmth envelop her. 

Then, gently, he broke away from her lips and began to trail soft kisses across her face, his mouth brushing against her skin in tender caresses. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment, and Kiara felt a sense of peace wash over her. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as Abhir's gentle kisses soothed her soul.

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