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Seetha, a timid Brahmin Student, bravely confesses her love to Aayush Kumar, her stern yet secretly compassionate Professor, only to be harshly scolded for her audacity.
Heartbroken, she returns home and discover...
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I'm struggling to hold back my tears right now.
I just don't understand why our professor is behaving like this. If he has personal issues or trust concerns, he should direct them elsewhere. I don't deserve to be treated like this, and it's really affecting me.
His mood swings are confusing and hurtful. One moment he's one way, and the next moment he's entirely different. I can't make sense of it.
What is he thinking of himself?
I didn't ask my friends to shout his name while I was singing. I just shared my crush feelings about him with them and blushed when they teased me about it. It's pretty normal for friends to tease each other with crush names.
But I had no idea they would tease me in such a public place. I even warned them not to do it again in front of everyone and said it must be the last time before we left the cultural area.
Then... why did he shout at me? And what did I do wrong?
Also, I know it's normal for him to act like this—I've seen both his angry and sweet sides in a single day.
The lift incident didn't make me cry. None of his harsh words or expressions made me cry.
But now, what's wrong with me?
Why am I crying over his arrogance?
And why does it feel like someone close to my heart has hurt me deeply?
Has he become that so close to my heart? Is he invading my thoughts? Is he challenging my trust issues with the concept of love?
My fingers reached for the album folder on my phone and clicked on the picture of him I took yesterday. I swallowed hard.
"What have you done to me, professor?"
I grabbed my bag, and went into my room. I placed the bag on the bed and took out my phone, trying to figure out whether my feelings for him were real. After wrestling with countless questions and answers in my mind, I reached a conclusion. I turned to head to the restroom but stopped when I noticed something sticking to my right shoulder.
Furrowing my brow, I looked at the wet brown paper and picked it up. I held it firmly in my hands, sat on the bed and opened my mouth to read what was written.
"Invisibley Mieru Maai"
I jerked at the sound of a click and looked up to see my mother entering my room.
"Seethaa"
"Am..."
When she turned to face me and went to the restroom, calling out "Seetha" as if she hadn't even noticed me, I fell silent.
