Ch 40- DISTRACTED

The classroom felt different now.

But because she sat there… as both his student—and his wife.

Sia avoided his gaze as Aryan explained a concept on the board. His voice was steady, professional… but his eyes betrayed him every now and then, flickering toward her like a secret he couldn’t hide.

“Focus, Ms. Sia,” he said calmly.

A few students smirked.

She bit her lip, suppressing a smile.
Oh, she was focused… just not on the syllabus.

That evening.

Books lay scattered across the bed. Notes, highlighters, papers.

Sia sat cross-legged, pretending to study, while Aryan stood near the table, explaining yet another topic for her exam Tommorow.

“You’re not even listening,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“I am,” she replied innocently, twirling her pen. “You just sound… distracting.”

He exhaled sharply. “Sia.”

She tilted her head. “Yes, sir?”

That one word.

It hit differently now.

Aryan froze for a second before turning toward her slowly. “Don’t start.”

But she already had.

She slid closer on the bed, her eyes teasing, challenging.
“Tomorrow is my exam… you should be a good professor, no?”

“I am trying to be,” he said, voice tightening.

“Hmm…” she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, watching him. “Then teach me properly.”

He walked closer, picking up her notebook, trying to stay steady. “Fine. Answer this—”

But she didn’t look at the notebook.

She looked at him.

And suddenly, the air changed.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he said quietly.

“Doing what?”

“This…” he gestured between them. “This game.”

She smiled softly, standing up now, closing the distance. “I am just testing your patience "

His jaw clenched.

“Sia…”

Her fingers lightly brushed his wrist—barely a touch, but enough to send a current through him.

“You’ve been acting like a professor all day,” she whispered. “Don’t I get my husband back?”

The last thread of control snapped.

In one swift motion, he pulled her closer—firm, sudden. She gasped softly, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his voice low, strained.

“I do,” she whispered back.

And that honesty—broke him.

His forehead rested against hers for a moment, like he was giving himself one last chance to stop.

He didn’t.

His hands slid to her waist, holding her tighter as he finally gave in, capturing her lips in a deep, unrestrained kiss.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was everything he had held back all day.

Sia responded instantly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.

The books fell.
The notes scattered.

The world outside that room didn’t exist.

Only the two of them—
breathing, trembling, colliding.

He pulled away slightly, just enough to look at her.

“Exam tomorrow,” he said, voice rough.

She smiled, breathless. “I’ll study later.”

He let out a quiet, defeated laugh, shaking his head.“You’re impossible.”

"And you still love me" She said looking in his eyes, with no hesitation .

His hands reaching to her top,listening her heavy breathing.

And there is no hesitation in her eyes as he looked for it.

Removing her top in one go,it goes somewhere in corner.

Her lips reached at every exposed skin,from forehead to her lips to collarbone.

As he heard her moans mingling with heavy breaths.

His lips moved to her waist and navel leaving wet kisses all over body..

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He bit on her collarbone leaving a mark,as she groaned.."ahhh"

He nibbled it with his soft lips on the same point he bit.

His hand moved to hooks of her innerwear and tossed somewhere, nibbling on every spot of her chest.

Sucking and grabbing as she moaned loudly "ahhhh".

He immediately said "sorry"

He started sucking her breast while grabbing other tightly,her body shivered and trembling under him,her hands curling his hairs .

Kissing again on her lips.

His hand reaching to the waistband of her lower.

He still looked at her for consent,but her eyes were shut.

"Sia..." He called her.

"You are comfortable?"

She didn't nodded but she didn't even denied it.Her body shaking.

He reached to her cupping her cheek.

"Sia,we can wait f.."Before he can complete,her voice echoed..

"I am ready"

He didn’t deny it now..

His hands moved to her lower pulling downward,her feet immediately bent,Her white milky skin of legs with firm tiny hairs of womanhood , He placed kisses all over her legs and reached to her ankle and thumb nibbling it,as she grabbed the sheets around her..

He paused for a moment,and her eyes opened with questioning remark..

"Don't you dare to tease me" She warned him with heavy breath.

He chuckled removing his tshirt.

He closed light, except night lamp.

He removed his lower too, leaving both of them in just their innerwear ...

He moved again grabbing her bossoms and kissing on her jaw as she reacted with shiver.

Her breath hitched as his finger moved to waistband of her innerwear removing it ... leaving her all naked.

She stick her thighs..

"Don't be shy" He said,making her thighs wide open for him.. inviting him .

He too moved into naked state, rubbing himself,spatting on it.

He put his shaft on her entrance, looking in her eyes,her hand reached to her shoulder holding tightly.

He entered and she screamed - aahhh...Aryannn..

He paused himself giving her time to adjust herself,tears brimmed down her eyes.

Controlling himself is the task too,but he did...FOR HER.

After few minutes,she adjusted himself and relaxed her body, holding his hand she nodded again to move..

His eyes not leaving her face,he entered his dick in her.. tearing her apart.

Her breath hitched ,her body trembled under him.

But still he pushed and pulled himself inside her taking all her sanity.

He groaned feeling urgency of releasing himself.

He flipped the position, making her sit on him, taking his.

Pushing himself inside her,his hands reached to her waist holding tightly,her hands supported herself putting them on his chest.

She threw her body on him,he made her lie but spooned himself behind her, putting himself again in her.

As she moaned kissing him with urgency.

She is moaning loudly - slow slow...

But he didn't changed his pace,but increased after a time..

Aryan - just a minute please.

Sia- I can't... please...

Aryan kissed her cheek .and all over her face..- please just a minute..

She holded herself and after few minutes he released himself on her thighs making her all sticky...

Exhaled a loud breath and laid on her back...

She is going to step but he pulled her back into his arms, this time slower… deeper… like he was no longer fighting it, but surrendering to it completely.

The night stretched on—not rushed, not reckless—but filled with stolen whispers, soft laughter, and a closeness that blurred every line between right and wrong.

Next morning…

Sia stared at her notes, barely remembering what she studied.

Aryan stood at the door, arms crossed, watching her with a knowing look.

“Ready for your exam?”

She smirked.
“Depends… will you be checking my paper personally, sir?”

He shook his head, hiding a smile.

“Go. And try to remember at least something from last night… academically.”

She winked.

“No promises".

41- EXAM

The soft hum of the car engine filled the quiet morning as sunlight slipped through the windows, painting warm patterns across Sia’s face. She sat beside Aryan, trying very hard to look out of the window—anywhere but at him.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He knew exactly why.

Without a word, he tapped on the screen, and the familiar tune of *“Raat Ka Nasha Abhi…Haath se gya nahi" started singing too "tera nashila badan.."began to play, low and teasing.

Sia’s breath hitched.

“Aryan…” she warned softly, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta.

He glanced at her, deliberately slow, eyes filled with mischief. “What?” he said innocently. “It’s just a song.”

“Change it.”

“No.”

Her cheeks flushed deeper, memories of last night jumping in her mind—his whispers, the way he had held her, the way she had completely lost herself in him. She turned her face away, but it only made him chuckle under his breath.

“You were not this shy last night,” he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

Her eyes widened. “Stop it! You’re driving.”

“Hmm,” he leaned slightly closer for a second before straightening again, one hand casually on the steering wheel. “And you’re distracting me.”

She shot him a glare, but it held no real anger—only flustered embarrassment. “You’re impossible.”

“I know baby..I know”

He lowered the volume slightly, but didn’t turn the song off. Instead, his fingers brushed against hers resting on the seat.

She tried to pull back—but he caught her hand gently, intertwining their fingers.

“Aryan…” her voice softened now.

His teasing eased, replaced by something warmer. “You’re quiet today,” he said, glancing at her again. “Missing last night already?”

She looked down, a shy smile finally escaping. “Maybe…”

That was all he needed.

At the next signal, as the car slowed to a stop, he turned slightly toward her, lifting her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles—lingering just enough to make her heart race again.

“Careful, Mrs. Professor,” he whispered. “We’re supposed to act normal in college.”

She laughed softly, finally meeting his eyes. “Then you should stop teasing me.”

He smirked, the signal turning green as he drove forward again.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The classroom felt heavier than usual.

Exam day always did that—rows of silence, nervous glances.. Papers were placed face down, pens ready.

Sia sat in her seat, trying to look normal.

Trying.

But the moment Aryan walked in, invigilator badge clipped, calm and composed like always… her focus slipped.

He didn’t look at her.

Not once.

“Keep your bags outside. No talking,” his voice was firm, professional.

The question papers were distributed, and as soon as Sia flipped hers, she sighed softly. She knew most of it… but her attention kept drifting to him.

Aryan walked between rows, hands behind his back, eyes scanning for any unfair means—but carefully avoiding one particular direction.

Sia noticed.

And that tiny smile returned.

After a few minutes, she raised her hand.

“Sir…”

He paused for a second before walking toward her desk, expression neutral.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t understand this question,” she said, pointing at the paper—but her eyes weren’t on it,they were on him.

Aryan glanced down briefly. “It’s clearly explained. Read it properly.”

His tone was Professional.But his fingers tightened slightly around the pen he was holding.

Sia leaned a little closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not even looking properly.”

“I am,” he said, still not meeting her eyes.

“You’re avoiding,” she whispered, a hint of a challenge in her tone.

That made him look up,Finally.

Their eyes locked—and just like that, the air shifted.

“Sia,” he warned under his breath.

“Its my exam,keep your focus Sia,you are going to say this only ..am I right..?sir??"she said softly, but the teasing was unstoppable.

He straightened immediately. “Write your paper.”

But as he turned to leave, she let her fingers lightly brush against his hand.

So subtle no one noticed,Except him.He stopped mid-step,took a slow breath.

Then walked away.

For the next twenty minutes, he didn’t come near her row.

Not even once.

Which only made her more restless.

When she finally got up to submit her paper early, she walked to the front—calm, composed… like nothing happened.

But as she placed the answer sheet on the table, she leaned just slightly closer.

“Finished, sir,” she said.

Aryan took the sheet without looking at her. “Hmm.”

A pause.

Then, barely audible—

“Corner. After the exam.”

Her heartbeat skipped.

She didn’t react—just nodded faintly and walked out.

The corridor outside was nearly empty, most students still inside.

Sia stood near the far end, pretending to check her phone… but her eyes kept flicking toward the classroom door.

The moment Aryan stepped out, shutting the door behind him—

He didn’t hesitate.

He walked straight to her, expression controlled but eyes never.

Before she could say anything, he guided her into a quiet corner, out of sight.

“You think this is funny?” his voice was low.

Sia leaned back against the wall, unfazed. “A little.”

“You were doing that on purpose.”

“Am I??,” she smiled.

For a moment, he just looked at her.

Then stepped closer, one hand bracing beside her, caging her in without touching.

“You have no idea what it takes to stand there and ignore you,” he said, voice tight.

"Who asked you to ignore?" She blurted looking clearly in his black orbs.

That was all it took.

His restraint cracked—just enough.

He pulled her closer, not rough, but urgent, like he’d been holding back for too long. His forehead rested against hers for a second, breaths uneven.

“Sia…” it was half a warning, half surrender.

She didn’t move away.

Instead, she smiled softly, eyes closing for a brief second.

He hungrily nibbled on her lips,and back away.

"I will see you at home".

And that closeness lingered—charged, intense—but still just at the edge.

After a moment, he exhaled slowly and stepped back, forcing control back into his voice.

“Go home,” he said quietly.

Sia looked at him, that same teasing warmth in her eyes.

“See you later… sir.”

And as she walked away,Aryan stayed there—Jaw tight, eyes closed for a second

Knowing the exam was over…

42- HIS PAST

The House was quieter than usual,only Sia and Aryan at home

Sia sitting in the hall with warm lights watching film with Aryan,her head leaned on his biceps and him looking at her.She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his heart listening his rhythm.

His gaze is now focused on TV and she looked at his jaw, placing a kiss there.

Aryan froze.

Before he can utter a word, there is a knock.he walked to see .As he opened the door.

Froze.

For the first time, Sia saw him lose his rhythm.

“Miss Rhea,” he said, his tone firm but controlled. " Why are you here,. You should leave.”

But Rhea didn’t move outside but she stepped inside.her gaze shifted to Sia, scanning her from head to toe with a smirk.

“So this is her?” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “The student you chose over everything?”

The room went silent.

Sia stood up slowly, her heart racing but her posture steady. “Excuse me, who are you?”

Rhea laughed softly. “Someone who knows your husband far better than you think.”

The word *husband* echoed in the room like a thunderclap.

Aryan stepped forward immediately. “Enough, Rhea. Don’t create a scene.”

But she wasn’t done.

“You promised me a future once, Aryan,” she said, her voice now edged with bitterness. “And now you act like I never existed?”

Sia’s fingers clenched, but she didn’t look at Aryan. Not yet. She waited.

Aryan took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. “I never promised you anything beyond friendship. You built expectations on your own”

Rhea’s expression hardened. “Oh please. Don’t act innocent. You spent time with me, cared for me—”

“Because you needed help,” Aryan interrupted, his voice firm but not harsh. “You were going through a difficult phase, and I supported you as a friend. That’s all it ever was.”

There was no hesitation in his words. No guilt. Just clarity.

Sia finally looked at him—and what she saw wasn’t fear, but honesty.

Rhea scoffed. “And suddenly you fell in love with your student? How convenient.”

This time, Sia stepped forward.

“Enough,” she said, her voice calm but strong. “Whatever you had in your mind, it clearly wasn’t mutual. And dragging it here won’t change that.”

Rhea turned to her sharply. “You don’t know him.”

Sia met her gaze without flinching. “I know him enough to trust him.”

That hit harder than any argument.

For a moment, Rhea had no words. Her anger faltered, replaced by something closer to frustration—perhaps even embarrassment.

“You’ll regret this,” she muttered before turning and walking out, her heels echoing on the floor as shw moved out.

The House remained silent long after she left.

Aryan closed his eyes briefly, exhaling. When he opened them, they went straight to Sia.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said quietly.

Sia walked toward him“Why didn’t you tell me about her?”

“I didn’t think she’d come back,” he admitted. “And I didn’t want to bring unnecessary complications into our life.”

Sia studied him for a moment. Then, softly, “You didn’t lie to me.”

“No,” he said. “Never about something like this.”

There was a pause.

Then, unexpectedly, Sia smiled—a small, reassuring one.

“Then we’re fine.”

Aryan blinked, surprised. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” she said, her voice gentle but certain. “Because I trust you. And today… you proved I was right.”

Something in Aryan’s expression softened completely.

In that moment, the tension melted—not because the past disappeared, but because it no longer had power over them.

Sia leaned a little closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispered, almost teasingly—

“Next time, Mr.Roy… give me a heads-up before your past walks in between the movie"

Aryan let out a faint laugh, shaking his head.

“Noted, Mrs. Roy.”

And just like that, what could have broken them… only made them stronger.

43- Taking the charge

The house was finally silent again.

The soft glow of the TV filled the living room again , some random movie playing in the background that neither of them was really watching.

Sia sat curled up on the couch, her head resting lightly against Aryan’s shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of his shirt.

Aryan, for once, wasn’t focused on anything else.

Not work.

Not the past.

Just her.

“You’ve been very quiet,” he murmured, his voice low.

Sia smiled faintly, her eyes still on the screen. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

She tilted her head slightly to look at him. “About how dramatic your life is, Professor.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “And yet you chose to be a part of it.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, pretending to think. “Still deciding.”

Aryan raised an eyebrow, gently pulling her a little closer. “Oh really?”

Sia looked up at him now, a playful glint in her eyes. “Convince me.”

There was a pause,A shift in the air.

Aryan’s gaze softened, but something deeper flickered beneath it—something warm, intense, and unmistakably drawn to her.

“After yesterday night” he said quietly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “you still need convincing?”

Her breath hitched—just slightly.

“shutup,” she whispered.

For a moment, he just looked at her… as if memorizing her.

Then softly, “I’m not going anywhere, Sia. Not because I have to… but because I want to. Every single day.”

The teasing faded.

What remained was something deeper.

Sia’s fingers tightened slightly against his shirt as she leaned closer, resting her forehead against his. “Good,” she murmured. “Because I’m not letting you either.”

The TV continued playing in the background, forgotten.

The world outside didn’t matter anymore.

It was just them.

Aryan’s hand moved gently along her arm, pulling her closer until there was barely any space left between them. Sia’s eyes fluttered for a second, her heart racing.

“Still thinking?” he asked softly.

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not anymore.”

The moment stretched… slow and quiet.

Then she closed the distance.

Soft. Certain. Unhurried.

What started as something light slowly deepened—not rushed, not overwhelming, but filled with everything they hadn’t said out loud. Trust. Relief. Want.

Aryan held her closer, as if grounding himself in her presence, his forehead resting briefly against hers again.

“You know,” he murmured, a faint smile in his voice, “you’re very distracting.”

Sia smiled against him. “Good. You deserve it .”

He let out a quiet breath, his hand gently tracing her back—not demanding, just… there.

Close.

She leaned into him completely now, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For the first time that day, everything felt… right.

Outside, the night stretched on.

Inside, they stayed exactly where they were—wrapped in each other, in quiet affection, in a warmth that didn’t need words.

After quite moments,she finally pushed him on couch as her head leaned on arm rest, looking at her with wide eyes,her taking charge.

Boldly.

"What?" He asked.

Sia leaned in lying over him almost, placing her lips on hsi taking in , nibbling as his hands moved to her clutch and he opened her hairs, rolled down.

Her teeth bit his lip hearing a groan from him,she left after tasting a metallic blood taste from her lips..

"You are turning into Tigress or what?" He said wiping blood from his own lips..

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She leaned on his jaw, placing wet kisses till her hands reached on her shirt opening the button in urgency.

But she was not able to open one,she pulled tightly detaching it..

" Calm down Tigress,have some mercy" He muttered sitting a little and removing his shirt.

Her eyes moved to his perfectly toned body. Noticing her gaze on himself.He coughed.

"Have some shame,lady" He teased.

" I am accepting I am shameless"She said surrendering her hands upward.

Hearing a chuckle..

Her lips reached to his body, placing kisses all over.

While he actually controlled himself.

His hands reached to remote to switch off TV and then to her top removing it. She got her duppata lying on couch headboard and tied his hand upward along with armrest.

"My god" He muttered.

Her hands reached to his waist band of his lower,her gaze moved to his who is controlling himself.

" Don't Sia, don't start that you can't end" He warned her biting his inner cheek.

Only to gain a teasing smile from her..He placed a kiss on his stomach around navel,hearing his heavy breaths.

And before her fingers can pull down,he pulled his hand from the hold and flipped her hovering over her.

Her eyes wide,open trying to understand what just happened.

" Now,you are in my control baby" He said placing kiss on her lips..

They removed the clothes barrier,night was cold ,but them ,they were warm,dipped into sanity.

Him doing no justice to control,he entered her as her hands tightened into his arms, scratching him with her nails.

And it got into rhythm,her moaning under him, teasing him.. kissing him ,his pace fastened yearning for a release,and her leg on his shoulder doing no mercy as he quickened himself changing position,he spooned her ,their breath mingled,body sticking the sweat.

But it all worth it,as the voice heard of slapping the skin against each other..

And he threw himself as he released.

She holds him placing kiss on his forehead.

And somewhere between soft laughter, lingering touches, and the comfort of being together…

The past finally stopped mattering.

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