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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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Enna da panneetu irukka?
(What the fuck are you doing, man?)
I wondered, running my fingers through my hair, only to smooth it back as thoughts of her-about my student crept in again.
My mind reminded me sternly, urging me to focus on the boundaries-professional facts, duty, self-control, the rules that shows how a professor should interact with a student.
Kaari thuppuvaan yevanaadhu nee un student'ku pannadha paathirundhaa..
(Someone would spit on you if they saw what you're doing to your student)
It screamed within me.
Pch!!!
Yet, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about her.
With a smile, I began reminiscing about our moment at the temple. She was so soft and feminine, her eyes sparkled with a shy glow, fluttering, leaving even the butterflies lost in the beauty of her delicate lashes.
I rubbed my nape, feeling the smile spread wider across my cheeks as I marveled at how much I'd changed, especially around her. The memory of her trembling form when I playfully tickled her bare waist flashed before me, followed by the way she shivered when I kissed the soft spot behind her ear.
She smelled like jasmine-so pure and intoxicating.
Pressing my lips together, I hopped up the steps to my private room at Hotel Hyagriva in Srirangam.
I wanted to escape the presence of strangers, craving the privacy of my own space. That's why I chose this room. A place where I could shut out the world, be alone with my thoughts, and breathe without the weight of anyone's gaze on me.
After closing the door behind me, I shed my sweaty shirt, neatly stuffing it into the laundry basket and leaving my upper body bare. I plopped down onto the couch with a thud, spreading my arms over the headrest and leaning back, resting my nape against it as I gazed at the ceiling, a smirk tugging slowly at the corner of my lips.
I lost count of how many times she trembled, blushed, and turned crimson whenever I drew her near, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms and fingers.
That softness...
Fuck. Even though it's forbidden to think of my student like this-like something more personal- I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, gripping the couch headrest as I relived those moments when she was close to me.
