03

Prologue

Echos of laughter, sounds of drumming on the desk, verbal fights, and physical fights were heard inside the four walls. Soon the room fell silent as they heard the footsteps of their professor.

He was dressed black shirt and white trousers, a Fastrack watch, and polished black shoes, he held two books, and his shirt's pocket was adorned with a classy pen.

Girls drooled seeing him, except one, the Professor's wife Saisha Abhiraaj Singh.

"Good morning Students" his voice was thick and maintained a professional tone, his eyes darted to one girl who was looking different today for him.

He was surprised how she hid her mangal sutra, the engagement ring was adoring her neck, and she turned the ring into the locket. She had worn a yellow suit, minimal makeup, lip gloss, a silver-coated watch, and a bracelet.

Abhiraaj Singh Chauhan was mesmerized by her, and couldn't control the proximity he was feeling towards her.

"Today I am in a happy mood, so I am conducting a surprise test on the upper limb" he announced and started to write questions on the blackboard ignoring the whines of students.

Saisha passed a deadly glare to him, feeling a heated gaze on him, he turned back and looked at his wife, he expected it no one could even look into his eyes other than his brothers and their wives.

He passed a teasing smile and muttered "Isha, scoreless, and you will face consequences".

Saisha passed a tight lip smile and started to copy the questions.

After writing questions on the blackboard, he sat comfortably on the chair and muttered "Is it only a promise that we both married" he highly doubted it, their parents were friends, and their Grandfather promised each other their grandchildren would marry each other.

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