He’S My Daddy, Not My Tutor
EP 4
Aarav Rathore had unknowingly become my latest obsession
A full-blown, no-cure, sinful little addiction.
Anaya Sharma/FL
I swear—I don’t even set alarms for lectures anymore. But for Aarav? Oh, 5:57 AM. Daily
Anaya Sharma/FL
There he was again. Shirtless. Doing Surya Namaskar
Anaya Sharma/FL
Back sculpted like he was chiseled by the gods themselves
Sweat glistening. Sunlight kissing him like he was its personal lover
Anaya Sharma/FL
*whispers while peeking through curtains*
do you have no shame or are you trying to ruin my GPA?
And at night?
Same man.
Different effect
Bent over his telescope like the stars owed him secrets
Hair messy, eyes focused, arms flexing every few seconds.
He wasn’t just a man. He was an entire plot twist.
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*calls out from the kitchen*
Anaya, take this kheer to the Rathores. You don’t return a plate empty
Anaya Sharma/FL
*nervous blinking*
W-what? Why me?!
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*handing her the bowl*
Because you’re standing right there and breathing. Now go!
I looked down.
It was the bowl.
The same one Aarav had sent the brownies in.
I swear my stomach did a backflip.
Anaya Sharma/FL
*already running to the mirror*
Hair: open.
Kajal: smudged, but like…hot-smudged.
Lip tint: Just bitten enough.
Outfit? Casual, but the kind that hugs right.
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*narrowing eyes*
What’s with the get-up?
Anaya Sharma/FL
*Grabbing the bowl and channeling her inner spy*
Just trying to be… presentable?
Lie. I was trying to seduce a walking trauma-romance novel.
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