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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
It feels so.. what to say? It's hard to put into words, but it fills my heart with warmth to see her happily roaming around and enjoying her first IV trip with her classmates and friends.
Even after my request, though she tried to get my attention, she still made sure to enjoy herself with her friends.
I came to know one unique thing about her is that she speaks to everyone-literally everyone, even strangers.
When I noticed a man's lingering look and the way he smirked at her, I clenched my fists, struggling to resist the urge to punch him in the nose and pluck his eyes out.
And from that moment on, I couldn't help but keep a close watch on her, more so than anyone else. Because, while others stayed within their friend circles, she was like an untamed deer, freely hopping around, and I made sure to keep an eye on her for her safety.
Now, we were in the Kaveri Nisargadhama forest.
"Photo edunga, photo edunga"
(Take a photo, take a photo)
Her hands were lifted on either side, with one macaw perched on her head and two budgerigars on her forearms. Her wide, curious eyes mixed a mix of fear and awe, and her mouth was open in a fish-like grin.
She eagerly urged someone to take a photo of her, though she didn't pointed anyone out. So, Kamali and Madhu captured the moment. While I looked at her with a smile, my hands stuffed casually in my pants pockets.
"Professor professor. Unga phone le edunga quality nalla irukkum.. aiyooo.. kadikudhu idhu.. hehe"
(Professor, professor. Take it with your phone; the quality will be better... Oh no, it's biting me... hehe)
I chuckled softly, shaking my head at her antics, and pulled out my phone, handing it to Charan. After receiving a wink from her, he took pictures of her from every angle. I smirked, bit my lower lip, and watched as Charan returned the phone to me just as she rushed toward us. Charan gulped and smiled nervously at me.
"Charan vaa namma polaa"
(Charan, come. Let's go)
"Dho vanten"
(Coming)
He went with Kamali. I shook my head but hissed as my hand was pulled down with force. She peeked into my phone to check her picture while standing on her toes. Her soft hair fell over my forearm as she leaned in.
