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"Romeo and Juliet, a tale of young, passionate, forbidden love with a tragic end," Ronobir announced while writing the title of the play on the whiteboard.

"Many argue that the play in itself is unrealistic because no teenagers could ever feel so passionately for anyone, that somehow this is sending the wrong message to the younger audience. I like to hear your stances on that, whether you've been in love or not."

He nervously swallowed the hand raised which belonged to the daring Miss Kha-Mishti. She still has him in awe from the previous day, her confidence and flirtatious tendencies were nicely overwhelming to him. And he can't exactly pretend he wasn't looking forward to this period just for her.

Ronobir pressed his lips together, nodding towards her to speak.

She smiled. "I think the people who demean teenage love as nothing but ignorant infatuation are the true ignorant ones."

He raised an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate, Miss Khanna?"

"Love has no age. Just because we're not old as dinosaurs don't mean we don't understand the depth of it. Some teenagers understand passion and love more than most adults." She sat back in her seat crossing her legs, her long bare legs on display for him. Ronobir 's eyes briefly raked down them imagining them wrapped around his waist as he-

-She's your student. She's your student. He interrupted his own thoughts before making eye contact with the smirking girl.

He cleared his throat. "You make a fair argument."

Mishti grinned. "I mean, I've never been in love myself but passion, lust, desire, those have no age either. You just...feel it." She slowly and discreetly licked her lips just enough for him to notice. He shifted on the desk he was sitting on, feeling his cock twitch at her sinful action. Mishti grinned in victory.

She was toying with him and sadly enough he was letting her.

The sound of the bell ringing brought him back to reality as the rest of the students began picking up their bags and books.

"Make sure you have Act I and II read by Friday, no excuses." Ronobir loudly announced as they all made their way out the door one by one. He started erasing the whiteboard until he realized he wasn't alone in the room. He looked over at a smirking Mishti standing at the door with a mischievous glint in her eye. Ronobir gradually stopped his movements, placing the eraser on the desk.

"Did you need something, Miss Khanna?"

She shrugged. "Just an answer, an honest one."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand."

"Hold on, I haven't asked you anything yet." She slowly walked over to him.

"Do you find me attractive, Prof. Chatterjee?"

-What the hell?

Ronobir felt his words get caught in his throat at yet another bold question from the shameless girl. She stared at him blankly, waiting for a response he wasn't sure he was supposed to give. Of course, he was attracted to her. She was beautiful, and full of light but also dangerous and intriguing. Her loose curls cascaded down her back lovingly, doe eyes that he just wanted to down in, mile-long legs begging to be caressed and lips so pink and kissable he could only imagine how they would feel against his own. He couldn't believe he was actually having these kinds of thoughts about one of his students. In his 4 years of teaching, this has never happened before.

"I'll take your silence as a yes." She seductively bit her lip continuing to walk towards him. Ronobir gulped as she got closer and closer, her heels clacking on the tile floor of the classroom.

"You don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed. It's fine-"

"No, it's not fine, Miss Khanna." He sighed.

She stopped walking, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Are you admitting that there is an 'it'?"

The corners of her lips turned up when she began making her way towards him again.

"It's kinda adorable how shy you are about this. You're hot, I'm hot, both attracted to each other you get the hint."

Ronobir nervously licked his lips. "I am your teacher, you are my student."

"You know, you keep using that excuse but never have you denied feeling something for me." Mishti was now standing in front of him with little distance between them.

His eyes softened. "Miss Khanna...no matter what either of us feels for each other, nothing can happen between us. Acting on anything would be irresponsible and simply wrong."

"Who says? The same people who think teenagers know nothing about love?" She smirked slowly, closing the gap between them. Both their breathing sped up a tad at the close proximity.

"If you genuinely feel nothing for me at all then that's fine too but if you do then what's the harm in taking a chance?"

"Losing my job is a pretty big one, not to mention your reputation, sweety."

She raised an eyebrow. "Firstly, I could really get used to you calling me 'sweety' and secondly I'm a very thorough person, Prof. Chatterjee. You think I don't know what I'm getting myself into, you think I'm the first student to proposition her teacher? C'mon, give me a little more credit than that."

She sassed making Ronobir amusingly grin.

"I'm not trying to pressure you. If you say no, I will back off and walk out that door and I'll see you tomorrow in class. But if you say yes..." She took another step forward, her eyes shifting from his to his full raspberry-coloured lips. Her lips ghosted over his, waiting for him to make the first move.

Ronobir stayed still, contemplating. He knew this would be wrong but he also wanted nothing more than to crash his lips against hers.

He shook his head. "Mishti we-"

"You finally called me Mishti. I'll take that as a good sign."

She smiled exposing her white teeth to him. Her smile was so radiant and contagious that Ronobir couldn't help smiling with her. Mishti swiped her thumb over his bottom lip staring at it and then staring back at him. His forest green eyes bore into each of her intensely as Ronobir took one step closer. Their bodies are practically attached.

"Kiss me, Prof. Chatterjee." She quietly demanded. He hesitated to look at her face. He brushed her cheek lightly, outlining her face with his finger revelling in Mishti leaning into his touch. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience when he caught himself pressing his lips against hers. They were softer than he imagined. Every fear and hesitation he had went out the window as her mouth sinfully moved with his.

"Call me Ronobir ." He murmured against her lips. Mishti smiled before attacking his mouth again, sucking on his bottom lip to make room for her tongue to slip through. Ronobir gripped her locks in his hand bringing her closer to him if that was even possible.

"Ronobir ." Mishti softly groaned at the brief pain, cuffing his face in her hands, caressing his stubbled cheeks. Ronobir smirked, loving the sound of her moaning his name. They moaned into each other's mouths, tongues and teeth clashing as the kiss intensified. His hands unwound from her hair venturing down to explore her body, finding a home on her hips rather than her ass. He lifted her onto his desk not breaking the kiss even as he pushed his books off the desk for her to settle there. He stepped between her legs still exploring her mouth with his wet tongue. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist shamelessly grinding her lower half against his already hard shaft, making Ronobir groan.

He kissed down from her jaw to her neck. Sucking and biting definitely going to leave a mark in place. His hands massaged her long legs lightly.

Mishti grinned tilting her head back, moaning at the feel of his mouth venturing down to her to the top of her breasts. Her chest heaved up and down as he pushed her tank top lower so he could get better access. There wasn't a part of her skin his lips didn't touch and she couldn't believe how good it felt. To have him pressed against her, to have him kissing her and loving her body. Mishti snuck her hand down between their bodies, palming him over his jeans and making him hiss.

"So hard for me." She stated softly rubbing him harder.

"Fuck, Mishti." Ronobir groaned against her shoulder bucking into her hand.

"God, I love how you say my name." She slowly confessed, tugging on his dark curls to bring his face back up to hers, moulding her mouth with his in a passionate kiss. Ronobir smiled into the kiss, forgetting he and his 18-year-old student are making out.

On his desk.

In his classroom.

At the school.

Something inside his mind was screaming at him to stop while another part was telling him to keep going. He couldn't possibly think of stopping when said 18-year-old was vigorously rubbing her hand against him while he also continued getting lost in the bliss that is her.

He played with the hem of her skirt before reaching underneath and finding her thong.

"Touch me." Mishti breathlessly begged. She bit her lip hard to suppress her moans as he obeyed, he began making invisible circle patterns over her clothed centre. His finger slipped inside her thong, eyes widening at how aroused she was.

"So wet for me." He groaned.

She looked up at him rolling her eyes. "Don't be so full of yourself. I haven't gotten a good lay in months, okay? Been a bit of a dry spell lately."

He hummed against her skin, kissing her hard as his finger pushed inside of her making her gasp in his mouth. She rolled her hips up chasing more of his touch until the sound of someone knocking on the door snapped them both out of the lustful haze.

Ronobir quickly detached from her, running his fingers through his hair attempting to make it look less messy. He straightened down his clothes and buttoned his pants back up. Mishti observed him amusingly as he scattered to place everything back on his desk.

"Just in case you didn't notice, sweety someone is at the door." He whispered.

"I'm aware, I just like to see you flustered like this." She smiled hopping off the desk and straightening out her skirt.

"Well, I don't think you're going to like that person to walk in on us alone...together in my class after hours." Ronobir began to really think about what had just happened and realize it shouldn't have.

The person knocked on the door again, startling him.

"Prof. Chatterjee? It's Kusum Singhaniya. I saw your light was on. I just wanted to introduce myself."

Ronobir gulped nervously. "Just a moment." He answered.

Mishti scoffed. "Ms Singhaniya is such a bore. You wouldn't want to meet her, trust me. I'm much better company."

"Mishti."

She shrugged. "What? I find this kinda hot. I'm like your dirty little secret." She smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. He tried pushing her arms away but it only made her more challenging.

"Look, you didn't even fully get me off, you left me hanging and now I have to go home...unfinished." She slowly confirmed leaning to his ear.

"I'll finish myself off but while you're talking to her, I want you to think about me. Imagine what I'm doing, how and whose name I'm screaming when I come." She whispered, licking the shell of his ear slowly before abruptly stepping away to retrieve her items by her desk.

Ronobir 's mouth went dry. Never has a woman had such an effect on him before, leaving him speechless? He watched her as she fluffed her curls and reapplied her lip gloss. She was effortlessly mesmerizing and intoxicating as she got herself together.

"Take a picture, I'm sure you'll need some inspiration tonight to take care of yourself as well." She smirked walking towards the door. Mishti was met with an impatient-looking Ms Singhaniya when she opened the door. The teacher glanced back and forth between the two with a confused look on her face.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I was just leaving." Mishti looked over her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow in class, Prof. Chatterjee." She said biting her bottom lip and walking past the female teacher with an extra sway in her hips, knowing he was watching.

"Mishti Khanna, hm? What did she do?"

He cleared his throat nervously. "She was late again so she had to stay after class."

"Sounds like a fair punishment. Well hi, I'm Ms Singhaniya but you can call me Kusum." She reached out to shake his hand.

"Prof. Chatterjee or Ronobir ." He shook her hand with a grin. "What do you teach, Ms Singhaniya?"

"Biology. It's a lot more interesting than it sounds." She grinned.

"I don't doubt it." He clearly looked and got nervous and surely she could sense it too.

"Well you look like you're on your way out so I won't keep you, I just wanted to properly introduce myself to Ratan's brother."

"It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise." She smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He pressed his lips together nodding before closing his classroom door and taking a deep breath.

-That was close.

Too close.

Mishti caught him at a moment of weakness, a moment that could never happen again...never. At least that's what Ronobir tried to convince himself of. This couldn't go on and being the adult of the situation Ronobir felt it was his responsibility to end it before it went any further. He went to his desk to put the papers in his briefcase but when he opened it, he was surprised by a red lace thong resting on top of his papers. His breath hitched but he quickly put them down and closed his briefcase shut.

God, this girl's going to be the death of him.