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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 recounted everything from the beginning when he asked about what happened after I received the magical words paper. He listened to me patiently, and it was so fulfilling to relive those moments over and over again in my mind, heart, and before my eyes.
In the fictional world of me, I spoke while he listened with gentle patience, hanging on every word.
But it was real, not fictional, which made me pause mid-sentence for a second with a smile before continuing to speak.
What a dream come true moment !
Everything unfolded perfectly, from my initial fear of him when I realized he was drunk, to the unexpected touch of his hand around my wrist, making me feel like kissing where he had grabbed me.
Finally, as I was pulled along with the chair between his legs, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't control my blush even after he reassured me that everything was being done professionally, just as a help for me.
But the lesson I learned from my professor today is that a momentary slip of the heart can turn everything upside down.
Even the alcohol bottles and the magic words hadn't scared me as much as his glaring, lightning eyes did. They made my entire body shudder like thunder.
One thing he forgot to consider is that I'll complete my final exams and no longer his student from next month. What does he think of himself?
Chumma, chumma, student student student. Huhh.
Even though I think about everything boldly in my mind, his strict demeanor standing in front of me now makes me regret the act of hugging him.
Another important thing I learned was that when I become visible again, my actions while invisible will be felt by the people I had touched.
Idhellaa modhalaye soldradhu illayaa?
(Doesn't anyone say these things beforehand?)
I gulped.
"Did you just hug me?"
He asked me angrily, and I was filled with guilt again for hugging him without his consent. I can't understand why I behave so differently when he's beside me. I turn bold and comfortable with him, and I have no idea why or how this happens.
"Prof.."
I opened my mouth to express my feelings to him once again, but we jerked apart, and I stepped back, hitting the railings behind me as we heard,
"Deii Deii sandaala paavi"
(Dude, dude, what on earth are you doing?)
We turned to the terrace doorstep and saw Elangovan sir, who was staring at us with widened eyes.
