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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...
Kindly read the previous chapter (Chapter 53) before moving on to this one, as it is a double update.
Vaanga vaanga story kulla polaa 🚴♀️💜🦋
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Seetha
"Onnum illa, ma. Naan inga dhaan irukken"
(Nothing is wrong, ma. I am here with you)
He murmured, his voice calm and soothing.
His heartbeat against my ear slowly brought my breathing back to normal with each passing second.
I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. His face was rigid, concern etched into his features, but his lips curved into a gentle smile as he patted my cheek.
And with his good hand, he wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes.
That's when it struck me-his injured arm.
My eyes widened in alarm as guilt crashed over me.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"
I stammered.
"Valikardhaa? Naan theriyaama... marandhuten! Sorry, professor. Valikardhaa?"
(Is it hurting? I... I forgot... does it hurt?)
He silenced my panicked rambling with a single gesture, his finger pressed lightly against my lips as he whispered,
"Shh"
"Adhellaam onnum illa. Nee vaa..."
(Nothing like that. You come with me)
He said, grabbing my wrist briefly before letting it go.
But instead of stepping away, I instinctively caught the loose fabric of his shirt near his waist.
He stretched his good arm upward, retrieving something from the cabinet, and placed it on the counter.
"Stove pakkathula matchbox irukkum, paaru"
(There's a matchbox next to the stove)
He said, pointing towards the stove with a faint light from his phone's torch.
I nodded, quickly moving to the stove.
I found the matchbox, returned to his side, and handed it to him.
