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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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The person who just stepped into your life is making every effort to bring you happiness. So, why can't you do the same, Aayush?
Since seventh grade, you've done everything on your own-cooking, playing, studying, speaking-keeping to yourself, living a life where your world was limited to your mother and your room. Everyone else was just a passing figure, nothing more.
So, why not give this new thing-one final chance? It might also turn out more beautiful than you ever imagined, don't you think?
A final chance to break free from your reserved self, a final chance to embrace a happy life, a final chance to see everything around you in a new and also a different light.
After much-needed relaxation, I rested my forehead on her shoulder. And for the next two hours, I lived a night with just her-beside me, in my mind, and deep within my heart. It felt as if she became one with every sense, every single cell of my body.
To reassure myself, I kept reminding myself that I was simply giving myself a chance. This wasn't love, or anything close-I didn't even know what love truly felt like. I was just allowing the changes around me to unfold, all because of one person, Seetha,
My student !
Even if it sounds forbidden, now, I'm ready to give it a try. Like I said before, it's just a chance-a final chance to change my perspective and breathe new life.
There were moments in those two hours when my mind urged me to keep some distance from her, to not always be so close. However, my heart opposed that. But that doesn't mean I'm taking advantage of her.
I just want to make both my mind and heart grasp the fact that she's right in front of me. This isn't some delusion-she's real and the love she shows is real.
And those eyes, dark and full, give me a genuine hope to lose myself in them completely.
Every time I got closer to her, I kept checking, over and over-taking in her warmth as much as I could. And somehow, it helped crack the walls around my stone heart.
That night, I couldn't sleep-not because of feelings of loneliness, rudeness, or tears for my mother, but because of the weight of responsibility, fear of commitments, and fear of trust.
The next morning, we left for Goa without having breakfast, as it was early when we boarded the bus. I asked the driver to stop at a roadside restaurant around 9 AM, but we ended up having breakfast at a highway dhaba by 10. Afterward, we boarded the bus again and continued on our way. The students were enjoying the melody songs, each seated in their own space.
