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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...
First of all, I had already informed everyone days ago that I wouldn't be updating my stories on Saturdays and Sundays as I planned to spend some time with my family. But, it seems like that was forgotten starting from last week itself by some of them 🌝
So, as a reminder and since I had some vetti time, I've updated this chapter.
Looking forward to see more votes and comments from you all. Thank you in advance!❤🙏
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That evening, I brought Elango's military green bike to a stop at the bus stop. Just as I felt a tap on my right shoulder, I sped off toward the restaurant with a smile.
When we arrived, I got off the bike and felt a gentle tug on the back of my shirt, which brought a smile to my face. I then headed inside, walking towards the path that led to both her room and mine.
As I stopped at the path in front of my room, next to the stairs that led to hers, she got visible before me a few seconds later when I gently pulled her right hand off the back of my shirt, having noticed the surveillance cameras had turned the other way.
I smiled at her, and she smiled back before tilting her head toward the stairs, unexpectedly revealing her chubby cheek to my view.
Her jhumkas and the loose strands of hair brushed lightly against her cheeks, contrasting beautifully and adding to her charm.
The sudden urge to blow on her hair and gently move it away was real, pure, and raw, catching me off guard.
But, I held it back, groaning inwardly as I rubbed my neck and averted my gaze. And just as I was about to enter my room, hoping to distract myself from the overwhelming desire-one I absolutely needed to avoid, especially toward my student,
"Sir"
I turned toward her when she suddenly called me and saw her smiling at me, her dimples deepening as she flashed that adorable grin.
Then, she lifted her hand to tuck a few curls behind her ear, causing her bangles to slide down from her wrist to her forearm. It felt as if something was tickling me, prompting me to look into her eyes, which were already locked onto mine. And, her lips parted to ask,
"Naan pottumaa?"
(Shall I go?)
My head nodded absentmindedly, and she turned to leave with a small smile. But before I knew it, my hand instinctively reached out to grasp her wrist, catching her bangles and stopping her from moving away from me.
She turned toward me, her brow furrowing as she asked,
