Playing With Fire

He was her professor. She worked in his office. And they couldn't stand each other. Namit had built his life around control. His work. His silence. His secrets. His rules. He kept everyone at a distance, carefully guarding the walls he'd spent years building. Until Akshita walked into his office. Talkative. Stubborn. Warm. Impossible. She questioned him. Challenged him. Got on his last nerve. What started as constant bickering soon became something neither of them could quite explain. Arguments that lasted a little too long. Glances that lingered a little too much. Touches that felt far too natural. They were supposed to hate each other. Because she was his student. Because he was her professor. Because there were lines neither of them could afford to cross. But some connections don't ask for permission. And the closer Akshita gets to Namit, the harder it becomes for him to protect the secrets behind his walls-or deny what she is becoming to him. She was never supposed to enter his world. And he was never supposed to let her become his weakness. But when walls begin to fall, rules become harder to follow. Where walls break, rules fall. And sometimes, playing with fire means getting burned.