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3: Unyielding Calm

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Diya enters the meeting room, fully prepared. In her hands, she holds a collection of arranged papers and notes.

Taking her designated place at the table, Diya's gaze lifts, and in that very moment, her eyes meet Ashwin's beaming smile. It illuminates the room, his happiness radiating like a sunbeam directed solely at her because her attire has caught his attention.

Today, it is not just her eyes that captivate him, although they have always held a magnetic pull. But it's her simple chiffon saree in soft pink, its delicate fabric flowing around her with grace. The subtle hues of the saree complement her natural beauty, enhancing rather than overpowering it's presence. Her makeup is minimal, while her accessories are tastefully chosen, adding a touch of sophistication.

Gone is the familiar sight of her in a salwar, a sense of wonder and enchantment washes over him. As if time itself has paused to appreciate the beauty before him, Ashwin's heart skips a beat.

He curls his thumb and forefinger, bringing the edges together, making a super sign with his finger directed to Diya. Diya's heart quickens, an unexpected flutter awakening within her. She smiles gratefully nodding and turns away.

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As Diya stands before the audience, immersed in her presentation. She turns around to look at her audience while explaining her point. But amidst the sea of faces, her eyes catch a glimpse of Ashwin, and in that instant, time seems to stand still.

In response to his presence, Diya's focus wavers for a moment. Something different flickers in his gaze, an intensity that tugs at her heartstrings.

Her attention is drawn to his subtle movements—the twitch of his lips and the gentle arch of his eyebrows.She finds herself momentarily lost, trying to decipher the meaning hidden within his gaze. Is it admiration? Affection? Or a hint of something more?

If not for the audience's gazes, she wouldn't have beckoned back to the present,to resume her presentation. With a gentle shake of her head, Diya gathers herself, determined not to let the enigmatic moment distract her.

Sarath leans closer to Ashwin,

Yenna partner, light'ah work out agudhu polae irukae?

( Partner, I can smell something working.)

There is pure envious burning in Sarath's voice.

Pallu irukuravan pakkoda sapudran, unaku yenna?

Right uh vidu

( How do I translate this 😂)

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Diya's mind remains entangled in a web of curiosity and intrigue. She finds herself pondering over the significance of that intense gaze, unsure of why it stirs such a profound reaction deep within her.

Lost in the depths of contemplation, a gentle knock at her door interrupts her. Diya instinctively looks up, her eyes meeting the very person who has occupied her thoughts. It's Ashwin, standing there with a soft smile, his presence both unexpected and yet oddly fitting.

Kelambalae?

( Haven't left yet? )

He asks walking in without waiting for Diya's approval. Diya frowns looking down at her wrist watch but her eyes widen when she notices the time. She has been that occupied with his thoughts until everything froze.