Married to My Ruthless Professor
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Scene: Evening. Ruat storms back to the rooftop terrace, tears burning in her eyes. Rajni is still there, scrolling through her phone.]
rajni (fl sis)
Looking up) What happened? You look like you just lost a war.
ruat(fl)
Slams down on the swing) It was a war. And I lost.
rajni (fl sis)
Tell me everything.
ruat(fl)
Told Abbu straight—Noyas is my professor. He didn’t even care. He actually said it’s better because he can help me in studies.
rajni (fl sis)
Wow… Baba logic
ruat(fl)
And Ma? She was worse. She said she didn’t want to marry either, but eventually adjusted with Baba… so I’ll “adjust” too.
rajni (fl sis)
She really said that?
ruat(fl)
“A girl never feels ready before marriage… you’ll manage.”
rajni (fl sis)
Honestly… I don’t know what to say.
ruat(fl)
Say that you’ll help me stop this wedding!
rajni (fl sis)
And how exactly am I supposed to do that? You saw what Baba said. If he’s already convinced, it’s going to be tough.
rajni (fl sis)
Okay… but think carefully. If you openly rebel, Baba will only get angrier.
ruat(fl)
So what do you suggest? Sit quietly, smile, and prepare to marry the man I fear the most?
rajni (fl sis)
I’m not saying that. I’m saying… maybe there’s another way.
rajni (fl sis)
Find a flaw. Something undeniable about Shafayat Imtiaz that Baba can’t ignore. Something that will force him to rethink.
rajni (fl sis)
Don’t know. But you’ve been his student. If anyone knows his weaknesses, it’s you.
ruat(fl)
Weakness? He’s practically a robot. Always strict, always angry, always burying us in assignments.
rajni (fl sis)
Maybe that’s your weapon then. Imagine being married to him—your everyday life would be like an endless viva exam.
rajni (fl sis)
Then dig deeper. Watch him. Listen. Find something solid. Because “he’s my professor” isn’t working with Baba.
ruat(fl)
(thoughts): How am I supposed to fight this? He’s not just my professor… he’s a nightmare. And now he’s going to be my husband?
Scene shifts to night. Ruat sits at her desk, staring at her textbooks. The words blur. Her mind only sees one name again and again: “Shafayat Imtiaz Noyas.”]
ruat(fl)
This can’t be happening…
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