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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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Number one,
He winked at me.
Number two,
He looked me up and down more than ten times, or so it seemed.
Number three,
He comforted me, wiping away my tears with gentle words and warmth.
Number four,
He slipped back into his old ways, becoming a drunkard once again.
Yebbaa, oru bottle'eh orey sip'le adikiraaru !
(Wow, he's downing an entire bottle in just one sip!)
Sighs.
Number five,
He kissed my cheeks.
Those rough lips of his.
Ugh, I could just stay there forever.
Wait, what am I even thinking?
I blushed, shaking my head as I slapped my forehead.
Number six,
I hugged him, and he hugged me back.
It was our first proper hug, and it felt so intense.
I could still feel the prickle of his beard and the edges of his moustache on my neck.
That thought made me stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting my neck to check for any marks, because it still felt like it was pricking.
Blushing, I looked at myself in the mirror, standing there in just my inskirt and blouse. I flipped my hair over my left shoulder, placed my palm on my right waist, and smiled, admiring myself.
"Neeyum azhaga dha di Seetha irukka"
(You look beautiful too, Seetha)
I giggled, posing at different angles in front of the mirror, and blew a playful kiss to my reflection before rushing into the shower cubicle for a hot bath, refusing to let my mind linger on the man who had hugged me just moments ago.
Because it's not exactly right to think about a man in a place like this, is it?
Me and my corrupted mind !
After stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I admired myself once more in the mirror, then changed into a T-shirt and track pants. I plopped onto the bed, pulling the duvet over me, my mind replaying his last words from the terrace,
