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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
Sorry.
That one word will never be enough to make up for what I've done to him... my father.
I hugged her tightly, my hands trembling as she caressed my back, whispering softly,
"Everything will be alright soon, professor"
Alright? But how?
Even my mother, who is now peacefully resting in heaven, will never forgive me for accusing that innocent soul-my father.
I want to scream. I want to cry. I want my mother to hold me, comfort me, and tell me it's going to be okay. But she's gone, and I am left with nothing but this suffocating guilt.
How could you leave me, ma?
And, how could you leave your husband like this?
Why, God?
Why did my mother have to suffer like that, and why did she have to end her life on her own?
Why does my father have to carry this unbearable pain?
Why did I blame my father?
Why am I carrying the weight of guilt, and living in this world feeling like the sinner, while he-someone who's suffered more than anyone I know-continues to endure with all the losses and suffers? He's a man shattered by the loss of his wife, distanced from his own son, bearing accusations from him, and even carrying his blame for my mother's death.
What the hell did I do to my own father?
Even if he, my mother, Elango sir, or Seetha find it in their hearts to forgive me... I will never be able to forgive myself for the things I did to my father.
How can I face him again?
How can I look him in the eyes knowing the pain I've caused him?
The helplessness I saw in his eyes when I lashed out at him is slowly suffocating me now. The regret is tearing me apart. Back then, I hated him so much-more than I could ever hate anyone. And now...
Now, I can't even recognize the person I was.
I am beyond redemption.
I don't deserve forgiveness.
I don't deserve peace.
I did everything-literally every single thing-wrong to my father. I treated him like my enemy, and in doing so, I've hurt him more than any child could ever hurt their parent.
