He was a man of control—precise, composed, and impossible to read. A professor admired for his brilliance… and feared for reasons no one could quite name. Ira Mishra never intended to stand out. She kept her head down, followed the rules, and believed that some boundaries should never be crossed. Until she crossed his. It starts with a glance she can’t forget. Then a presence she can’t explain. A silence that feels heavier whenever he’s near… as if he’s already decided something she doesn’t know yet. Ishaan Khanna doesn’t chase. He observes. He waits. He chooses. And once he does— he doesn’t let go. Because to him, it was never about love. It was about claiming what was already his. And Ira was never meant to be claimed. ----------------------------------------------------- “He didn’t ask. He decided.” “She was his student. He made her his.” “Some claims aren’t spoken… they’re enforced.”