I'm not jealous.

Ronobir repeated to himself as he waited outside a building in his car. He wasn't sure what kind of meeting Kusum said she had but he's been waiting for her for at least 10 minutes now. All the waiting gave him too much time to think about Mishti. Even when he didn't want to think about her she was always there. But how could he not, he has been attracted to one of his students and on more than one occasion acted on it. After denying her since his arrival he finally stopped fighting it, fighting her.

Mishti was full of light and vibrant on the outside but there was something dark on the inside. She's not challenging to read, at least not for Ronobir.

How would he keep his eyes and hands off her at this event? How was he going to manage to witness some guy touching her for hours?

-I am not jealous.

He was finally snapped out of his thoughts at the presence of Kusum walking towards the car. She had a wide smile across her face at the sight of him.

"Hey! So sorry that I'm late." She exclaimed, opening the door to the passenger seat and sliding in. "The meeting went longer than expected, I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to keep apologizing, it's fine."

She shyly grinned. "Thanks again, for the ride you didn't have to."

"Look, we're co-workers, and going to the same location it's nothing."

"Yeah, I guess but still."

He rewarded her with a faint smile before starting his engine and pulling from the curb.

"Ah, Ronobir you made it." Ratan welcomed his brother into the basketball court. "And you brought Kusum." He added with a surprising tone. Ronobir gave him a warning look which only amused Ratan more.

"Your brother is a Durga Ma's sent blessing. He gave me a lift here." Kusum grinned.

"I suppose he is. If you'll excuse us for a moment, I want to introduce Ronobir to a few members of the parent board."

"Go ahead. I'll find myself a drink." Kusum declared walking away.

Ratan turned back towards his brother with a smirk on his face.

Ronobir rolled his eyes. "Don't."

"I didn't say anything."

"I know what you're thinking and think you'd be wise if you kept it to yourself."

Ratan chuckled. "Kusum is a nice woman, a great teacher and may I add a single."

Ronobir scoffed. "Don't add. I don't need a matchmaker, 'Ratan I'm perfectly capable of doing that on my own."

"Really? Well, tell me, when's the last time you've been on a date or even had a recent sexual encounter with a woman?"

Ronobir sighed before spotting Mishti at the entrance of the court. His mouth watered at the sight of her wearing her badminton uniform. Her short skirt elongated her flawless legs. She was flashing her signature Mishti Khanna smile at everyone in the room. He was glad to see she had no one hanging on her arm as he exp-

Spoke too soon.

His eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets when arrogant football captain Rajdeep Thakur appeared behind her. She faced him with the same smile on her face before entangling her arm around his. Ronobir tried looking away but it was as if he was incapable, even at the disgust of Rajdeep softly kissing Mishti on the cheek. Her smile grew into a mischievous grin when she saw Ronobir staring at them.

"Ronobir, I want to introduce you to the head of the board." Ratan's voice dragged him from his gaze, shaking hands with the other man.

As the night went on Ronobir lost count of how many hands he shook and the fake smiles he flaunted. Ratan made it his mission to introduce him to every person there but the only person he cared to talk to was shamelessly flirting with her date.

Ronobir tried to distract himself from looking over at Mishti with other conversations but her loud yet adorable laugh echoing through the room wasn't helping. She caught his eye again walking to the punch bowl alone.

He excused himself from his group walking towards the bowl to Mishti. He decided to take that opportunity to go talk to her.

"You know, I've been to many events and I don't recall them being of such casual attire," Ronobir said behind Mishti, making her grin.

"They really should stop calling this a banquet. It's just an event for the school to introduce the sports playing this season." She said still having her back facing him.

"I see but I'm certainly not opposed to the badminton players' look, rather sexy." He discreetly whispered in her ear sending chills down her spine.

Mishti bit her lip turning to face him. "Someone is acting rather confident tonight. This would have nothing to do with my date, would it? Trying to mark your territory?"

He laughed. "I barely noticed the captain hanging on your arm, at least I know you two are capable of detaching."

"Barely noticed? Is that why you've had your eye on us since we walked in?"

Shit.

"Of all the boys in college, you chose Rajdeep Thakur. You set the bar high didn't you, sweety?" He sarcastically started pouring punch into two cups.

"He was willing and available but why would it matter to you?" She crossed her arms.

"It doesn't. I just assumed you could do better than a guy whose biceps override his brain." He handed her a cup of punch that she graciously accepted.

She hummed. "Maybe I like the big biceps, something to hold onto during compromising positions. But you're not jealous, right?"

He stared back at her intensely, taking a sip of his drink. She was purposely trying to get a rise out of him. I'm

"Right, well I should probably get back to Kusum."

Mishti's face briefly tensed at the name, making Ronobir grin. "Oh wow, I almost forgot she was here, imagine that."

"Really? Is that why you've been shifting your eyes toward us throughout the night?" He teased.

She scoffed. "I think your ego is clouding up your brain."

Ronobir softly laughed.

"You talk about Rajdeep, well at least he has a personality that isn't the equivalent of a wet mop. If you weren't hot and attracted to me I would honestly feel sorry for you."

He smirked. "I find her quite charming."

Mishti rolled her eyes.

"Equivalent to a wet mop, hm? That's a pretty harsh comparison for someone who is unbothered, don't you think, sweety?"

She bit her lip to suppress her need for him especially after he said 'sweety' but Mishti refused to give in. She was a competitive person and she wasn't going to cave until he did first.

She shrugged. "I'm not blind to the obvious."

"Hmm..." He hummed, stepping closer to her from behind clearly forgetting their surroundings for a second. The intoxicating aroma of warm vanilla on her skin was making it nearly impossible for him to resist.

"Careful Prof. Chatterjee, wouldn't want your date getting the wrong idea about you and your student." She murmured looking back at Kusum who was trying to be subtly looking at them.

Ronobir quickly stepped back, making Mishti giggle before she turned to face him. "You shouldn't keep your charming Karan Johar waiting."

"I guess the same goes for your wannabe Sunil Chetri." He grinned, taking his cup and brushing past her. Mishti playfully rolled her eyes, biting her lip watching him walk away.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Kusum asked.

"As much as anyone can at a college event," Ronobir answered with a smirk.

"Yeah, I don't know why we're forced to be here when we have nothing to do with sports besides teaching the athletes. So, Ronobir, what brings you to Calcutta University? Are you from here?"

"Umm no I only moved here for the teaching position."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, where'd you live originally?"

"I lived in London for a few years but I needed a job and luckily I have a degree in literature and a principal for a brother." He answered by taking another sip of his drink and then glancing over at the other table where Mishti was sitting. Ronobir gritted his teeth watching Rajdeep's hand caressing Mishti's thigh underneath the table. She wasn't stopping him by leaning into his touch.

"London, huh? That's a culture shock. I'd love to visit it one day, though. Do you plan on going back?"

He blinked away nervously clearing his throat. "Someday, hopefully." He answered looking back over at her table, sensing her also glancing at him.

Two can play this game.

Ronobir leaned in closer to Kusum placing his arm over her chair. "What about you, are you from here?"

"I am. I know life is boring for a small-town girl but I love it here, it's home."

"Understandable." He nodded, failing the urge to look at the petite badminton player who was now looking back at him too. Her eyes were unreadable as she glared between him and the teacher.

"It's not easy leaving your comfort zone, trust me."

"I'll take your word for it." She smiled while taking a sip of her whiskey. "Okay, I have to ask, the accent?"

Ronobir shyly chuckled.

"What? It is one of your best qualities, after all. I'm sure it catches quite an amount of attention from women." She flirted slightly leaning into him, their faces inches from each other.

Ronobir nervously licked his lips, instantly glancing over at Mishti's table. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw Rajdeep sitting alone. His eyes scattered the room until he spotted her pushing the gym door open leading to the hallway.

He placed his drink on the table scooting out of his seat.

"Is everything alright?" Kusum asked.

"Umm...yeah I need to make a quick phone call. I'll be back." Ronobir quickly left his seat walking towards the exit of the gym. He walked down the hallway searching for one student in particular. He sighed when he made his way to the end of the empty hallway still not finding her.

"I hope you didn't abandon her for me." Ronobir quickly turned his head at the sound of Mishti's voice as she walked out of the bathroom.

He exhaled them briefly, grinning at each other. "I thought you were leaving."

"I have a bladder, Ronobir. It tends to get full when I'm downing sodas all night."

He smirked. "The Thakur boy is not the  good company as you hoped?"

She pressed her lips together. "What about your biologist? There's a reason you're not with her right now."

"Touché, Miss Prakash." He said taking a step closer to her.

"You know, I haven't exactly missed you calling me that."

"Well, I don't miss seeing him touching you."

Mishti grinned, taking a step towards him. "I thought you weren't jealous."

"Never said I was."

"Actions speak louder than words, Prof. Chatterjee." She softly spoke playing with his tie.

"Same goes for you then, sweety."

She nervously avoided his gaze before recovering. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do." He smirked, taking another step, trapping her between the bathroom door and his body.

Mishti's breath hitched.

Since...this began she's been the initiator and always had the upper hand in what happened between them but now the tables have turned. Ronobir 's new confident behavior towards their situation was abrupt but arousing.

Their eyes pierced into each other. Ronobir lowered his gaze at Mishti's heaving chest before looking back up at her.

"You weren't even a little nervous at the sight of her touching my arm?" He brushed his finger up and down her arm giving Mishti instant goosebumps.

"Or her leaning into my touch when I put my arm around her?"

She scoffed. "As if you weren't digging your nails into your palms when Rajdeep was massaging my leg or when he whispered in my ear. I'm sure now you're wondering what he said and how I reacted." She accurately assumed.

-Damnit why was she right about everything?

Ronobir gulped. "Fine, so where does that leave us now? We were both bothered tonight. I'm not going to deny gritting my teeth overseeing his hands on you, touching you."

Mishti's eyes softened but her body stayed tense as his finger continued making invisible circles on her skin.

"You asked me earlier today if I wanted you and I showed you that I do even though I shouldn't. I don't know what it is..." He drifted off, his hand now brushing her cheek lightly. She moaned into his warm touch on her cold skin.

"But I'm not going to play any more games with you, Mishti. We now both know where each other stands on this. The only hands that should be on you are mine and the only filthy words you should be getting off to are mine." He whispered, his cool breath hitting her face like mist.

"I know I was hesitant about this before for all the right reasons but I-"

Ronobir was cut off by Mishti's soft lips pressing hard against his. He moaned and she wasted no time sneaking her tongue into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, moaning into his mouth.

Ronobir was the first to pull away. His raspberry lips were bruised by her hard kisses.

"Mishti-"

"Shut up and kiss me." She interrupted him again cupping his face in her hands and bringing him down to her for another kiss that he quickly reciprocated with much enthusiasm. His hands rested on her hips pressing her body onto his.

They were wrapped in each other. Lust clouded over them as the hot exchange intensified. Ronobir pulled back again, taking a minute to process their surroundings given their current state. Anyone could walk out at any time and see them in the hallway, Mishti had the same thought as she pulled him into the girl's bathroom by his tie.

Ronobir 's lips were on her's the moment the door closed and locked and they were alone in the bathroom. She brushed her fingers over his stubble smiling against his lips at the ticklish feel.

She ventured up his arms quickly freeing him of his suit jacket and undoing his tie, throwing it somewhere.

He pressed Mishti into the tile wall making her groan. His hands traveled down her hips hovering over her ass before caressing and gripping it. Mishti gasped in his mouth as he lifted her, still pressed against the wall, she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist. He sucked on her bottom lip briefly before letting it loose, kissing down her jaw to her neck.

"Ronobir ." She harshly moaned as he began sucking on her pulse point. Her fingers got lost in his curls keeping him as close to her as possible. She tilted her head back against the wall, eyes closed and lip between her teeth as Ronobir continued his ministrations then rocked his hips into hers. Mishti tried to suppress her moans but some escaped as faint whimpers.

His lips explored her neck then sought out her abandoned lips. The kiss was full of intense lust and want as they both moaned into each other's mouths rhythmically moving their lower bodies against each other.

Mishti rolled her hips up aggressively desperate for the friction, making Ronobir groan as she made contact with the bulge in his jeans.

She smirked, kissing him harder when he walked them over to the sink, sitting Mishti on it, never breaking contact. She quickly spread her legs pulling Ronobir to stand between them. The fabric of her cheer skirt bunched in his hands as they made their way underneath it. He pulled her black spanks down her legs which Mishti helped kick off. She rid herself of her uniform top, throwing it on the floor and exposing her black lace bra to him.

Ronobir drank her in with his eyes full of desire. Her breasts popped out of the fabric. Mishti shivered at the way he was looking at her, her stomach knotting with anticipation.

He lowered himself kissing the top of her cleavage making Mishti hum. She unclasped her bra, pushing him away so she could tug down the straps. Her bare breasts were now on full display for him. Ronobir looked at her body in awe.

She was effortlessly beautiful.

Ronobir softly kissed her lips then down from her neck to her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and tugged on the pink nub with each moan that escaped her lips while massaging the other breast with his palm.

The noises leaving Mishti had a mind of their own. She didn't think anyone was capable of delivering such pleasure but the way Ronobir was worshipping her body with his mouth and hands proved her wrong.

Ronobir 's other hand snuck her underskirt, tugging her panties to the side, sliding a finger inside of her. Her panties were practically soaked with arousal making Ronobir groan.

"Fuck." He groaned against her skin leaving rough kisses around her breasts and adding another finger inside her.

She grinned gripping his shoulders to keep herself upright as she began riding his fingers.

"Mmm...oh god." Mishti moaned, bringing his face back up to hers for a few kisses. She rode harder and faster feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against her inner thigh. She sucked on his bottom lip roughly, licking over it slowly to ease the pain.

Mishti clenched around his fingers when he pressed his thumb to her clit. She kissed him roughly as her body shook with her first orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of her shock when Mishti grabbed his hand bringing it to her mouth. Ronobir nearly came on the spot as he watched her suck her arousal off his fingers. She moaned at the taste and never looked away from him, the same sexy danger in her eyes as she had when she was on her knees for him earlier. He slightly blushed as she swirled her tongue teasingly around both his fingers.

"You're driving me mad, Mishti Khanna." He slowly claimed, not meaning for Mishti to hear but her wide smile proved she did.

He muttered her name as she continued while also palming him through his jeans. His other hand gripped the sink to keep him balanced.

"Fuck me." She moaned, letting go of his finger with a sexy pop licking her lips.

Ronobir froze at her demand. He was already halfway there, why stop now? He still caught himself having inner body battles with this. Being attracted to a student was one thing but sleeping with them was another but Mishti wasn't an ordinary student.

-She was right...again.

She already began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans until Ronobir lightly grabbed her wrist.

Mishti stared at him confused.

"Are you sure about this? There's no going back after we go through with it." Ronobir asked with much concern.

She grinned leaning closer to his ear.

"Fuck me, Prof. Chatterjee." Mishti softly confirmed, licking and tugging on his earlobe with her teeth. That was all the confirmation Ronobir needed before crashing his lips against hers again. She finished undoing his pants as they kissed, freeing his cock from the restraints of his jeans. He hissed as she began stroking his length up and down, licking her lips.

"You fit so well in my hand and mouth, I can't imagine how you'll feel inside me." She groaned when his fingers found the waistband of her panties, pulling them over her thighs and down her legs.

Ronobir smiled, pulling her more to the edge of the sink. "I can already imagine how good you're going to feel, so wet and tight. It's hard just thinking about it." He kissed her deeply.

"Then don't think...just do." She muttered against his lips bringing him closer.

"Condom?" He sighed. How could he have possibly forgotten the damn condom?

"Luckily for you, I'm on the pill," Mishti said, spreading her legs wider. "I need you inside me. Now." She demanded Ronobir grinned wide.

"As the lady wishes," Ronobir said, pushing into her slowly inch by inch, eliciting moans from them both. Ronobir paused, waiting for Mishti to adjust to his size.

"Move Ronobir ." She breathlessly demanded rolling her hips into his. They both harshly moaned as he began to move, the feel of their bodies joining together more overwhelming than they suspected.

Mishti gripped his biceps as he set a torturous but delicious pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist meeting his every thrust. She briefly closed her eyes, getting lost in the pleasure.

Her verbal encouragement made him grin as she pressed up against him.

"You feel so good inside me." She breathed into his ear, kissing and licking up the curve of his neck.

He groaned at the feel of her lips on his skin and her wet heat engulfing him. She was exquisite.

"So do you, sweety." He exhaled, concentrating on hitting every sensitive spot within her he succeeded when Mishti let out a small cry of pleasure.

It was the sexiest sound he's ever heard.

"Don't stop." She begged, tilting her head back on the mirror trying to control her moans. He teased her sensitive nipples with his teeth, lightly tugging on them.

"Kiss me." She pleaded and he wasted no time. Ronobir loved hearing how eager she was for him. How badly she wanted his hands and lips to never stop exploring and worshipping her.

Mishti's moans were covered by his mouth as their kisses transitioned from slow to aggressive. Their hips frantically moved together as both could feel each other close to the edge.

Her nails pierced into his arms leaving crescent marks as her grip tightened.

"Ronobir ...harder. I'm so close." Her breathless demands were thrilling as he quickened the pace. Thrusting deeper inside her.

"Come for me, sweety," Ronobir whispered, kissing her again. His cock still pounded in her vigorously, needing her to let go.

"Ahh...yes! Oh god!" She exclaimed. Her toes curled and walls clenched around him as she came. Ronobir couldn't hold back the built-up pleasure anymore. He buried his face into her neck to dull his noises to the intense pleasure shooting through his body.

Their moans filled the room as both their orgasms overwhelmed them.

He was still inside of her. Mishti teased the dark curls on the back of his neck with her fingers as she attempted to catch her breath. Her eyes closed with a sated smile tugging on her lips.

"Wow." She finally spoke.

Ronobir looked up into her stormy eyes, bruised pink lips from their hard kisses, and messy black tresses processing what just happened.

He just had sex.

He just had sex with his student.

At a college event.

His paranoia fled at the feel of her lips pressing against his tenderly.

Her lips are still just as soft and intoxicating as when he felt them for the first time. He felt her smiling which made him smile back.

"That was amazing," Mishti said in between kisses.

"You're amazing." He smirked, kissing her lips, cheek, jaw, and neck making her giggle.

She bit her lip. "Okay I'm not blowing up your ego so don't blow up mine."

Ronobir smiled. "Fair enough." He said with one last lingering kiss to her lips finally pulling out of her, them both hissing from the loss.

He helped her climb down the sink wrapping his arm around her waist.

Mishti stole another kiss or two. She was growing addicted to his lips and touch, not capable of getting enough of him.

Ronobir groaned. "Mishti, as much as I'm enjoying your current state of dress or lack thereof, we should head back to the court."

She sighed knowing he was right.

"You're done with me already?" She joked with a devilish grin.

He leaned into her ear. "I'm far from being done with you." He kissed her cheek before redressing.

Mishti's goosebumps became more evident as the unexpected chills from his promising words dominated her senses. She grinned as she too began to seek out her clothes.

Kusum beamed when spotted Ronobir walking back in through the gym doors. "Hey, that was a long quick phone call."

"My apologies." He took a seat next to her.

"It's okay, I'll find a way for you to make it up to me." She winked, making Ronobir shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Mishti stepped into the room a few minutes later, straightening down her cheerleading uniform and fluffing her hair. Rajdeep was calling her over and she rolled her eyes walking towards him but raised an eyebrow when she realized she had to walk past Ronobir 's table.

She strutted across the room. "Hi, Ms. Singhaniya...and Prof. Chatterjee." Just his name rolling off her tongue was enough to get off to. She smirked walking past them emphasizing the sway of her hips.

Ronobir 's eyes followed her movements even as Kusum began talking to him again just as she couldn't stop looking at him as though Rajdeep was talking to her.

After the built-up sexual tension throughout the week and their release of it just a few minutes ago and the fact that he was now even more addicted to the minx that is Mishti Khanna, Ronobir knew he was royally fucked.