Ananya's POV
The moment I walked into my house, I knew I was in trouble. The air felt heavy, and there he Professor Raichand , sitting in his study. His sleeves were rolled up, glasses resting on his nose as he tapped a test paper with red marks on his desk. His sharp eyes lifted, locking onto hers, dark and full of unspoken warnings that made her shiver.
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