My Husband Is A Bad Boy



Siddharth's Point Of View

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The amazing thing about being the hottest guy at college is that the moment you enter all the women turn to stare at you. I walked in smiling brightly at every girl who looked at me in awe. After all, I was the only heir to the Goenka Industries with too much money to go around with.

I winked at a girl who was starting at me as she immediately blushed and turned away.

How extremely satisfactory.

I was looking at her when suddenly someone bumped against me. I immediately looked opposite to me to find her bending and picking up her books and papers.

"I guess you need to look while walking, miss.", I stated irritably. She immediately looked up at me, her brown eyes held a distinct shine. She lifted her books and stood opposite to me, looking straight in my eye. She had long brown hair and the perfect complexion to suit her.

"I am sure that you need to do that yourself, mister.", She said speaking in the same tone as mine.

"And who do you think you are miss?", I asked immediately as she was about to walk past me.

She paused and turned towards me.

Not the slightest bit of shyness that girls had while speaking to me.

"I'm the Messiah of all those girls you stare at.", She said with a smile and left immediately. I turned towards her as I felt someone tap on my shoulder.

"Who the heck is she, man?!", I said to myself irritably and partly astonished because of her behavior.

"Aisha Sharma. She is not our type, Sid.", It was my best friend Gaurav.

"I can see that.", I stated irritably as I turned back towards him.

"Come on, now. Just let it be. It's already time for class.", Gaurav said as we advanced towards our room.

I drew in a sharp breath as I walked into the room. She stood exactly opposite to us speaking to the professor.

Obviously, you could not expect me to reach class on time.

"Mr. Goenka and Mr. Khanna, how early!", The professor said ironically. He was a new professor if I was not wrong.

"We are sorry sir, but I guess you need to meet the principal and know more about us.", I said walking into the room.

"Unfortunately, mister, I have not allowed you in my class.", He said, keeping his voice calm. I immediately turned towards him.

He was a middle aged man, wearing a white checked shirt and black trousers.

"Unfortunately, you do not know who I am, professor.", I said sharply.

"It seems you do not understand English.", He said, visibly annoyed.

"Indeed sir. He does not. He thinks he is just too great.", Aisha Sharma said with a crooked smile.

I could feel my temper rise distinctly as I looked at her hatefully.

"I agree with you, Aisha.", The professor said as he walked up to me.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Class.", He said slowly as I turned and left the class irritably.

"That disgusting girl! What the heck does she think she is?! That-"

"Let it be, Sid. She's just another middle class girl who thinks she is great enough to beat you.", Gaurav said as I drew in a deep breath to calm my temper.

"No. She is not another middle class girl. No one has ever tried insulting me before this. Her pride has to be broken as soon as possible. ", I said as I an amazing idea started taking shape in my mind.

Aisha Sharma had to pay.

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