Anaya Sharma's heart raced as she stood in front of the door to the classroom. Her fingers nervously fumbled with the strap of her backpack, the weight of her textbooks reminding her of how late she already was. The halls of the university were quiet now, all students settled in their seats. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.Professor Arjun Mehra was known for his strictness, his icy demeanor, and the way he never tolerated tardiness. His classes were a nightmare for students like her—students who couldn't keep up, who were too clumsy, too lost in their thoughts to even remember assignments. She pushed the door slightly, wincing as it creaked open, and stepped inside.Arjun Mehra's eyes lifted from the lecture he was giving, his sharp gaze immediately landing on her. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as the students watched her with a mix of pity and amusement."Miss Sharma," his voice cut through the air, cold and biting.

 "Late again, I see."

Anaya swallowed, her throat dry as she hurried to explain. 

"I... I'm sorry, Professor. I—"

"No excuses," Arjun interrupted, his expression unreadable. 

"This is the third time this week. Do you not value your education, or is this just how you prefer to waste everyone's time?"

Her face flushed as she hurried to her seat, her head hanging low. She fumbled with her books, accidentally knocking one onto the floor with a loud thud. The professor's gaze didn't waver.

"Is clumsiness also your hobby, Miss Sharma? Or do you reserve that only for my class?"

A few students stifled giggles, but Anaya didn't dare to look up. She could feel his cold stare boring into her, his disappointment almost tangible. "I'll make this clear," Arjun continued, his tone unyielding.

 "You will either start taking your studies seriously, or I will have no choice but to recommend you for academic probation. Do I make myself understood?"

"Y-Yes, Professor," she whispered, barely able to speak.He turned back to the blackboard without another glance in her direction.

 The class resumed as if nothing had happened, but for Anaya, the weight of his words pressed heavily on her. How was she supposed to survive in his world of discipline and rules?

Little did she know, this was only the beginning.

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 Author's Note

Hello, dear readers! First of all, thank you so much for picking up My Professor Husband. This story is incredibly close to my heart, and I truly hope you enjoy the journey of Arjun and Anaya as much as I enjoyed writing it. Their story is one of contrasts—discipline vs. chaos, coldness vs. warmth—and I can't wait for you to see how their relationship evolves. Your support means everything to me. If you're enjoying the story, please consider liking, commenting, and sharing your thoughts. It motivates me to keep writing and bringing these characters to life. I also love hearing your feedback, so don't hesitate to tell me your favorite parts or what you'd like to see more of! If you'd like to stay updated on new chapters, sneak peeks, or even just some behind-the-scenes content, feel free to follow me on my social media platforms . Every like, follow, and comment helps more than you know, and I'm deeply grateful for every bit of it! Thank you once again for all your love and support. Let's continue this journey together!

With love and appreciation, Jaanviraiii

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