FORCED TO MARRY THE DEVIL EP-1

Rudra sat straight on the first bench, answering every question the teacher threw at the class without missing a beat. His calm, confident tone made it seem like he was born with a book in his hand. At the back, Aradhya and her best friend Tina were far too busy gossiping to care.

“Aradhya! Get up and sit in the front row… with Rudra,” the teacher suddenly barked.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

“Eww, no way! With that kitab keeda?” (she said without a second thought.)

“Shut up! He’s the brightest student in this class,” the teacher shot back.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

(Leaned toward Tina and whispered) “Kahan hai chamak? I’m still searching.”

Tina Sharma/fl's bestfriend

“I think Rudra and the teacher have some… connections.”

Aradhya kept a completely serious face.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

“They’re boyfriends.”

Unfortunately, their ‘whisper’ was loud enough for the entire class to hear.

A wave of chuckles spread across the room. Rudra slowly turned his head toward Aradhya, his jaw tight, eyes narrowing in slow irritation. Then came the smirk—slow, sharp, and dangerous.

Aradhya froze. She had just declared war… again.

With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Aradhya dragged her feet to the front bench and plopped down beside Rudra.

Rudra had already planned her murder in detail.

When the time came to submit their assignments, Aradhya dug into her bag… and froze.

It wasn't there.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

(Her eyes widened) No… no way.

Teacher: “Aradhya! Where’s your assignment?”

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

“It… uh… it was here a second ago—”

Teacher: “Punishment! You’ll be having detention!”

Her head whipped toward the devil sitting next to her.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

“Rudra!! How dare you!! Give me my assignment back, you cockroaches ke sardar!”

Rudra Singh oberoi/ML

(Didn’t even flinch.) “Oops. I’ve already torn it—”

Her blood boiled instantly. Without a second thought, she snatched his perfectly neat assignment, ripped it into tiny pieces, and—since she was sitting by the window—threw the paper confetti right out.

Rudra slowly turned toward her, eyes dark, jaw tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

(Leaned back in her seat with a satisfied smile.) “Oops.”

The teacher was busy scribbling something on the board, completely oblivious to the tiny paper storm Aradhya had just sent flying out the window.

“Rudra… your assignment?” the teacher finally asked, turning back.

Rudra Singh oberoi/ML

“She tore it—” (his voice tight with frustration.)

But when he turned toward her, ready to glare holes into her skull, Aradhya was… sleeping. Head on the desk. Eyes closed. Breathing slow, like she hadn’t just committed academic murder.

The teacher frowned. “What? A sleeping person tore your assignment?”

The class burst into muffled laughter.

Teacher: “You have disappointed me, Rudra. Detention for you too!”

Rudra Singh oberoi/ML

(Jaw dropped.) “But—”

“And you, Aradhya, get up!” the teacher barked.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

(Lazily lifted her head, rubbing her eyes.) “Huh? Is it lunch break already?”

Rudra stared at her, looking like he was two seconds away from launching her out the same window her crime scene had vanished through.

Aradhya Chaudhary/FL

(Smirked) “What happened, cockroaches ke sardar? No assignment? Tch, tch… such a shame for the brightest student

TBC