He’S My Daddy, Not My Tutor
Prologue
I was 21.
Broke. Failing math.
Then he opened the door next to mine.
Aarav Rathore.
My new neighbor.
My forbidden tutor.
And the man I couldn’t stop fantasizing about — no matter how dangerous that desire felt.
He was supposed to help me study.
But the way he commanded the room… the way his eyes devoured me...
He didn’t just teach me numbers — he taught me how to beg. How to kneel. How to lose control.
I knew I was falling.
Not for a man.
But for the kind of daddy girls like me aren’t supposed to want.
And once I let him in…
There was no turning back.
I was 26.
Divorced. Disillusioned. Jobless.
And drowning in my own guilt — until she knocked on my door.
Anaya. The sweet, stubborn girl next door.
She needed a tutor.
I needed to keep my distance.
But she wore sexiest saree and asked innocent questions with wide eyes and trembling lips.
She was temptation in its purest form… and I gave in.
I taught her things no textbook ever could.
How to obey.
How to moan my name.
How to forget the world and live inside the filth we created.
I’m not just her tutor.
I’m her Daddy now.
And if the world dares to touch her, I’ll burn it down.
But love?
Love was never part of the lesson plan.
Now she wants my heart…
And I’m not sure I know how to give it without destroying us both.
Will there be a happy ending or tragedy ending
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