Professor's Craving For My Softness

Mumbai, India. Malhotra Institute.

It was the largest and most prestigious college in Mumbai. At that moment, an eerie silence had settled over one of the classrooms. Professor Aksh Malhotra was conducting the lecture when, suddenly, the silence was shattered as the classroom door swung open.

Everyone’s eyes immediately turned toward the entrance.

A young woman stood in the doorway.

She was wearing tight black jeans and a white crop top that revealed a hint of her navel. Over the crop top, she had thrown on an oversized leather jacket that clearly violated the college dress code. Her hair was left completely loose, messy as if she had just woken up and casually run her fingers through it without even bothering to use a comb.

She was chewing gum.

As she casually chewed, the entire classroom seemed to hold its breath. A few boys stared at her with wide eyes, completely captivated by her bold and striking entrance.

Professor Aksh Malhotra, who had been writing something on the board, stopped mid-sentence. His face showed no expression at all. His eyes were dark and cold. At that moment, he looked dangerously intimidating, like a psychopath who was still in control, but whose restraint could snap at any second.

Without turning toward her, he said, “You’re late.”

As the girl walked into the classroom, she replied, “Late? Oh, come on. I’m right on time. Looks like you’re the one who’s a little too slow, Professor. Seems like you’ve gotten old, because one class is already over and you’re still standing here.”

Her words made Aksh’s expression turn even darker. He slowly placed the marker in his hand on the table, very slowly, as if he were deliberately trying to keep his anger under control.

Then he lifted his gaze and looked directly at the girl standing before him.

“Do you think this is some street corner where you can come and go whenever you please?” he said coldly.

The girl smirked and said, “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so angry? You’re a professor, so act like one. Stop behaving like you’re some king. And everyone here isn’t your slave.”

The entire class stared at her in complete shock. No one dared to speak to Aksh Malhotra like that, and here she was, openly swearing at him. Seriously?

Then, as she walked toward one of the benches, she said casually, “Your time’s up, Professor. You can leave now.”

With that, she walked straight to a bench and sat down.

Aksh placed a hand on the edge of the desk and leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the girl sitting in front of him. She was probably a new admission or a transfer student. Maybe she had no idea who Aksh Malhotra was.

He began walking toward her, one slow step at a time.

At that moment, he looked terrifyingly dangerous.

Just then, the girl suddenly spat out her chewing gum, and Aksh’s foot landed directly on it. The gum stuck to the sole of his shoe. She looked at him and said, “Oops! That’s your fault. You should have been watching where you were going.”

Aksh took a deep breath and said, “This is my class, my time, and my rules apply here. And right now, you’re nothing but an overconfident, cheap spectacle. So get out of my class now.”

The girl smiled and replied, “Wafa Agrawal doesn’t listen to anyone, and definitely not to an idiot like you. Just focus on the class, and if you can’t even teach properly, then get the hell out of here. By the way, is getting girls pregnant the only thing you know how to do?”

In an instant, Aksh grabbed Wafa’s wrist and pulled her to her feet. Grinding his teeth in anger, he said, “I know exactly how to deal with a rude and disrespectful student like you.”

After saying that, he dragged her to the classroom door and shoved her straight outside. Wafa barely managed to keep herself from falling. She turned back, looked at Aksh, and said, “The truth hit a nerve, didn’t it? But I didn’t say anything wrong, Professor. Does that mean there really was something going on? Was that girl actually going to become the mother of your child? Poor thing… she committed suicide. If I were in her place, I would have humiliated you right then and there. And anyway, I have no interest in attending your class, because I don’t like you. I took admission because the college is good, but there’s one professor here that I absolutely can’t stand. And that’s you. Once your class is over, I’ll attend the class. Bye-bye, womanizer!”

Aksh was completely furious because of Wafa. The way she had spoken to him—no one had ever dared to do that before. His patience had been pushed to its limit.

He glanced around the classroom. Everyone was sitting frozen, holding their breath. Without saying another word, he walked straight out and headed toward his cabin.

Only after he left did the classroom erupt into whispers, all of them talking about Wafa, who was unbelievably fearless. She hadn’t looked intimidated by Aksh at all.

Aksh entered his cabin and sat down in his chair. Both his hands rested on the desk, and his head was lowered. His breathing was heavy, and his jaw was clenched tight.

The only thing running through his mind was Wafa Agrawal.

Her smile.

Her insults.

And that word—“ womanizer

It kept echoing in his head again and again.

Not a single student had ever dared to look him in the eye, and this girl had openly disrespected him.

He looked up and saw a mirror mounted on the wall of his cabin. He stared at his own reflection. With a dangerous smile on his face, he said, “Wafa Agrawal, you have no idea who you’ve picked a fight with.”

There was something unsettling in his eyes as he spoke.

On the other hand, Wafa was in the college cafeteria area. A glass of cold coffee was in her hand, and the same mischievous smile was still on her face. The boys and girls around her kept looking at her because, the moment she had arrived, she had created chaos throughout the entire college.