~~~~~~~~~~Harini~~~~~~~~~~
Today is the first night where I am going to stay along with Vikram and I am definitely afraid. Though not fully like last time.
Yet I don't want to showcase it openly. Last time because of my foolishness I made a big blunder resulting in 2 years of distance.
I do have faith in him and I don't have any issues in being close to him. Yet , in one corner of my heart, I am afraid of this intimacy part.
I like it yet I don't know why I am just afraid. May be I still need time for that. Apart from kissing what else they do?
Normal hugs and kisses , sleeping together hugging each other should not be a big deal. But I am just afraid. I believe when he says he does not know the procedure. My Chellam will not lie to me. Yet, what if he does anything which is not comfortable for me?
I was masking my fear till now by joining hands with him in singing songs and teasing others. But the real test is going to start now.
I entered the room and latched the door. I turned around to see Vikram sir standing little far away from his bed near the window.
"why do you stand there?"
"Harini .. first keep that milk on the table and listen to me"
"ok " I replied and placed the milk glass on the table nearby.
"now go catch the other end of the bedsheet , let me hold it here" He said with disgusting look.
"why?"
"Why ah? the bed is fully decorated with real jasmine and rose flowers. Despite of me warning them to use artificial ones, they used this. I don't like that smell. Don't waste time. Go catch the other end of the bedspread"
"hey.. nice decoration paa.. let it be there"
"I don't have any issues . But we both can sleep on the floor. Still the smell of those flowers will be there. I don't like it. Don't waste time. come help me"
Huffing, I went to help him remove the bedspread along with the flowers. It hurts to see those beautiful decorations being taken off.
He then instructed me to remove the other flowers decorated near the headboard.
"eewww.. take that out.. hmm.. wait.. wait" He said closing his nose and opened his cupboard.
Taking out a cover from it, he gave it to me to fill it with the flowers that I just removed.
"hmmm.. hmm..." he gestured something which I did not understand.
"what?? I don't understand"
"pcch.. remove that flower from your hair as well"
"hey no.. po pa.. I like jasmine. I cannot remove it"
"Harini chellam.. remove it "
"no way" I declared and kept the cover containing flowers in a corner and went to wash my hands inside the bathroom.
By the time I came, he has sprayed the sandalwood room freshner heavily.
"hey remove the flower from your hair." he kept on pestering me and finally I removed it ,unable to bear his sweet torture.
He came near me and sniffed my hair.
"hmmm.. I still smell jasmine in you. Turn around I will spary this room freshner on your hair"
"hey.. chee.. stop it there chellam. Have you gone nuts?" I scolded him holding his hand from forbidding from spraying the room scent on my hair.
"then do something about it . I don't want that smell"
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Professor
Romance"maa.. I can't marry him" "why?" "because.. because.. he is a professor" "so what?" "please ma.. not him please. A professor should not marry a student. Its forbidden you know" I pleaded which went in to deaf ears. Another short story.
