Merriment, the only feeling which filled Sivaangi's heart since her lecturer's arrival. He became the only medicine that can cure her wounds, the only comfort pillow for her to hug and vent out her feelings, the only customized chef of hers who would cook her anytime she asked and ultimately, her first and foremost go-to human. Finding peace and happiness with him always kept her around him, trying every single way to always be in front of him, only to be lost in those pretty eyes of his.
But, the strict lecturer wanted her to focus on her studies and sweetly ordered her to keep studies as her first priority. Ashwin advised Sivaangi not to be around him in college, just like they will be in his house to avoid unwanted gossips and attentions. As much as we blame the prior generation who gossip, the coming generation are giving equal tough in poking their noses on others personal lives. Sivaangi, being his cute little kiddo human, accepted and kept a safe distance from him at their college.
It's been two months since Ashwin and Rakshan joined the college and they were overjoyed to receive their monthly salaries. Ashwin's project was approved by one of the retired business consultant, who advised him to improvise few of the stated points so that it will boost up the confidence of the investors. Ashwin was more than happy as it was a really big improvement in these three years. Till then, the people whom he approached neither appreciated nor acknowledged his efforts and advised him to drop the idea. But this person asked him to workout on the ideas in a different perspective to keep it innovative.
The boys started helping out the students in their projects since the start. The students were able to finish their projects much before the deadline and even the final year students took their help. The HOD was pleased with their involvement and everything was going well for them in college. Vincent's team was also busy in their works and the delayed investiture ceremony came as an added advantage.
Yes, the computer science department won the elections in all the three posts. The election wasn't held in the usual way, the students just casted their votes from their classrooms. There were no campaigns, no pamphlet distribution, nothing. The Principal ordered as such to avoid conflicts among the students. The civil department was pissed off with the loss and taking that into consideration, Ashwin proposed the idea of delaying the investiture ceremony to appease the situation, to which the management gladly agreed. The investiture ceremony was scheduled this week and within the next ten days, the students will be having their end semester exams, meaning the students will be granted study leave. This will keep the situation under the management's control as the students will be on their study break, not having a chance to blow up the fight once again.
It was a pleasant Friday evening when Ashwin came out of the staffroom, all set to go home. Rakshan left early as he had to buy groceries for the following week. Wishing all the non-teaching staffs and the watchman, Ashwin reached the parking area.
Moments of the three days flashed across which bought a smile on his face. The way Sivaangi was super excited to have her first bike ride filled his heart with happiness.
Ashwin: It's been nearly a month since I had a proper conversation with her. Paavam ava romba miss pannuva la ....
Sighing, he started the bike and in less time, reached his house. Parking his bike, he pulled out the house key and swirled it on his fingers whistling and turned only to get shocked.
Sivaangi was sitting on the first step in the staircase next to the main door, wearing a simple aqua blue half saree. The setting Sun beautified her simple make up less face like a bright firefly such that he forgot to breathe. Sivaangi saw Ashwin standing near the bike with a gaped mouth and stood up with a glare. Tucking the loose end of her half saree to her waist, she took quick steps towards him and snatched his house key with a stare. Ashwin suppressed his smile as he knew the reason for her anger and quietly followed her behind.
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