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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...
I just got back home, guys. But here I am, keeping my promise with the next long chapter for you all 💕
Vaanga vaanga story kulla polaa🚴♀️💜🦋
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Aayush
When they left, almost dragging her away from me, it felt as if my heart had been split in two.
So, this is how it feels when your heart shatters!
I thought, the ache unbearable.
Appa placed a steadying hand on my shoulder and offered me a faint smile-a gesture that only deepened the cracks in my heart.
"Vaa, Aayush. Everything has to come to an end, right? Come on..."
He said softly, his voice carrying an unbearable weight of acceptance, as he began walking ahead, leaving me frozen beside the police station, staring at the path she had disappeared.
Her parents had taken her away, but not before she had cast me one last, yearning look that burned into my soul.
In that moment, I understood what it truly meant to have someone close to your heart look at you with longing-a gaze so powerful it could make your heart race, skip a beat, and leave you gasping for breath.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered Appa returning to my side, his voice just a blur in the background. It wasn't until he shook me gently but firmly that I snapped out of my daze, looking up to meet his concerned eyes.
But, before he could utter another word, I flung my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as tears flowed freely, and my sobs muffled against his embrace.
The two days I spent trying to make her feel special now felt like a blur, overshadowed by everything else. But I still couldn't forget the night of the first day-it still felt rushed and overwhelming even now.
That night, I rode my bike aimlessly through the streets of Ooty, my mind fixed on one thing, that is,
To make her feel cherished, free from the weight of our past.
At some point, I even stopped in front of her house, debating whether to go in or not. But after a long pause, I decided against it.
I rode to the farthest corner of Kinnakorai and found myself sitting on the steps of an old church, completely drained-mentally and emotionally.
Her words echoed in my head, and yes, they hurt deeply.
But what hurt more was the realization that those were the same words I had once thrown at her.
