Trope : STUDENT X PROFESSOR
"You're mine now, Amira," he whispered, his breath cold against her ear. "Forever and always."
Amira's heart trembled, her soul screaming for escape. But Arhaan's hold was too strong, his web of deceit too intricate. She...
"Sometimes, it's painful to watch someone crying and begging, even though you hate them."
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• EPISODE - 09 •
Arhaan's cheek stung from the slap, but the shock on his face deepened as he turned to face his Dadi (grandmother), Raziya Siddiqui.
Her eyes blazed with fury, her usually composed demeanor shattered.
"D-Dadi..." Arhaan stammered, taking a step back.
Amaira swiftly intervened, her voice calm and respectful. "Assalam o alaikum, Dadi."
Raziya's gaze barely flickered toward Amaira before responding with a chilly, "Walaikum assalam."
Her attention snapped back to the woman standing behind her, Mano. "Is she Amaira?" Raziya's voice dripped with disdain.
Mano nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Yes, Baji. This is Amaira. Your granddaughter-in-law."
Raziya's piercing stare returned to Arhaan, her anger simmering just below the surface. "Explain yourself, Arhaan. What is the meaning of this?"
Arhaan's eyes darted between his grandmother and Amaira, his mind racing for an escape from the impending storm.
Raziya's voice trembled with disappointment, her words cutting deeper than any knife. "Arhaan, I never expected this from you. I raised you with love, taught you dignity, respect for elders and women. I instilled in you the importance of consent, the value of boundaries. But you... you've disappointed me. I hate to call you my grandson. What have you done, Arhaan? Is this what I taught you?"
Arhaan's face crumpled, his eyes welling up with tears. He fell to his knees, grasping Raziya's hands in desperation.
"Dadi, please... don't say that," he begged, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It's just... I love Amaira, Dadi. I love her too much."
Raziya's expression remained unyielding, her pain and disappointment. "Love? Is this what you call love? Forcing yourself on someone without their consent? Disrespecting the very principles I taught you?"
Arhaan's grip on her hands tightened. "No, Dadi, it wasn't like that. I swear. I just lost control and I made a mistake. But I genuinely love her. Please try to understand."
Raziya's gaze drifted to Amaira, standing silently nearby, her heart sank. The vibrant college girl she remembered now looked dull, unhappy, and abducted by pain. Amaira's eyes, once bright and full of life, now pleaded for freedom.
Her gaze lingered on the cuff marks on Amaira's wrists. Her eyes widened. With a sudden jerk, she released Arhaan's hand and strode toward Amaira. Gently, she enveloped Amaira's hand in hers.
