Hers Professor {Completed}

Arya- An Emotion

✤✤✤Riyansh’s POV✤✤✤

I flipped her towards me quickly and then pulled her into myself and confined her once again. Drowning myself in her profound eyes and this time whispering to her lips I uttered, "Don't doubt me, I am giving you a promise that I won't disrespect your answer."

She gulped down a breath and her hands  shifted reached to my face from my shoulders. She looked at me with the admiration which I had never admitted before in anyone's eyes towards me. Her lips were not parted for once but her eyes were recited a poem to me.

She was staring into my eyes as her breaths were giving humming a melody to her eyes. I was reciprocating her passion with the same intensity.

Her index finger came and stopped above my lips fondling my lower lip as she sheepishly bit her lower lip and licked it like she wanted me to not see what she did and her innocence was just making it more difficult for me to have a check on my senses.

She didn't say anything she just kept her finger on my lips gazing at me in my dilemma. I knew she was confused whether she should tell me or not about the thing going in her head. But my ears were itching to hear her answer.

When she took her time, a mischief came in my mind. I realized her finger was still on the same place as before, placed on my lower lip. So, I flicked my tongue out brushing it against her fingers gently. But her wet finger was still kept above my lips.

Her small eyes widened all of a sudden at my mischief and I devilishly grinned.

"Oh! Sorry, Arya I was just tasting my lips as they were feeling dry." I stated with a naughty smirk while still gazing into her eyes. She immediately pulled her hands to herself.

She looked downwards in embarrassment and held me more tightly. She became wobbly and If I hadn't hold her she would have fallen on the ground.

She pushed me away from herself hiding her eyes from me and stated, "I think we should go inside. The result will be announcing soon."

I let her go this time because it was enough torturing my poor little lioness. She became a little kitten in embarrassment. I didn't wanna annoy her more.

She pulled me taking my hands into hers and took me to the auditorium and we sat on our respective places. I tried to steal little glances at her , all the while when she tried to avoid looking directly into my eyes and behaving shy. She kept clenching my hand tightly, digging her nails in my palm.

I wondered if she was the same girl who was being playful since morning. She behaved so innocent and timid but like she had never troubled anyone with her own mischiefs.

Her naive face and behaviour was such a clever disguise of my roaring little, mischievous lioness, still I adored her irrespective of everything.

The moment which Arya and I both were waiting from forever came, The anchor came upon the stage. He was a man looking in his mid 40's. He had few grey hairs but a bright smile plastered on his face. His blue suit was looking good on him.

He started demanding everyone's attention in his deep voice.

I crossed my fingers being nervous. My eyes were stuck at the anchor but he was trying to bring suspense, his clever smirk telling me he enjoyed seeing audience's reactions. His wrinkles showed brightly under the spot light.

I looked at Arya, she was looking more anxious than I was. So, I squeezed her hand, trying to calm her.

"So, The third position goes to..... Shikha Pandey, Please have a great round of applause for this gorgeous lady and I would like to call her up on the stage" The anchor announced thrilling my heart beats. While the Hall echoed with the sound of applause.