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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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Aayush
Hurt. I felt a sting of hurt when she quickly pulled her hand away, as if my mere touch had burned her.
I understand it might have been unexpected, or maybe she wasn't ready for it, or perhaps it just startled her.
But in that moment, my heart yearned for some strange comfort from her. So, when she pulled away, it pierced my heart even deeper, made me retreat to Kamali and Charan's seat. I told Kamali her friend was calling her, and as she hurried to Seetha, I took a seat beside Charan.
"Sir"
Charan called me. I glanced at him, offering a slight smile before closing my eyes and leaning back in my seat. When the bus stopped at the toll gate, I moved to the driver's seat to ensure everything was in order. And on my way back to Charan's seat, I felt a tug on my little finger. I paused, then gently released it and returned to sit beside Charan.
The next time the bus stopped, everyone got off to cut the cake and enjoy themselves, dancing to folk songs in front of a café.
But when my gaze fell on Seetha, I sighed, noticing her standing off to the side with a sad pout as she stared at me. I quickly looked away, offering a small smile to the boys who were dancing, while also scanning the area to ensure the girls' safety. After half an hour, we boarded the bus again and continued our journey. I moved from the last seat to stand beside their seat, gripping the overhead handles to steady myself.
Now, the hem of my tee was tugged, making me sigh. I turned to see her blinking up at me, her face resting sideways on the seat as she tilted her head to look up at me.
"Enna?"
(What?)
I snapped at her.
"Sorry"
My gaze lingered on her pouted lips as she mouthed it, but I shook my head and looked away. And from the corner of my eye, I saw her whisper something to Kamali before resting her head on Kamali's shoulder and closing her eyes.
I leaned back in the seat beside her, running my fingers through my hair, waiting for the students to tire out from their dancing. But my thoughts kept drifting back to her. I really wanted her to enjoy the trip, but the incident from earlier only seemed to deepen her worries, I think. Now, after that hurtful experience, I'm just going to stubbornly keep my distance from her because I know it's not just about the feelings she has for me-it's something that hurts now.
That's.. that's painful. More painful for both, me and her.
I can't be beside her like before. I can't smile like I used to. Something changed. Something went wrong.
