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I recounted everything from the beginning when he asked about what happened after I received the magical words paper. He listened to me patiently, and it was so fulfilling to relive those moments over and over again in my mind, heart, and before my eyes.

In the fictional world of me, I spoke while he listened with gentle patience, hanging on every word.

But it was real, not fictional, which made me pause mid-sentence for a second with a smile before continuing to speak.

What a dream come true moment !

Everything unfolded perfectly, from my initial fear of him when I realized he was drunk, to the unexpected touch of his hand around my wrist, making me feel like kissing where he had grabbed me.

Finally, as I was pulled along with the chair between his legs, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I couldn't control my blush even after he reassured me that everything was being done professionally, just as a help for me.

But the lesson I learned from my professor today is that a momentary slip of the heart can turn everything upside down.

Even the alcohol bottles and the magic words hadn't scared me as much as his glaring, lightning eyes did. They made my entire body shudder like thunder.

One thing he forgot to consider is that I'll complete my final exams and no longer his student from next month. What does he think of himself?

Chumma, chumma, student student student. Huhh.

Even though I think about everything boldly in my mind, his strict demeanor standing in front of me now makes me regret the act of hugging him.

Another important thing I learned was that when I become visible again, my actions while invisible will be felt by the people I had touched.

Idhellaa modhalaye soldradhu illayaa?

(Doesn't anyone say these things beforehand?)

I gulped.

"Did you just hug me?"

He asked me angrily, and I was filled with guilt again for hugging him without his consent. I can't understand why I behave so differently when he's beside me. I turn bold and comfortable with him, and I have no idea why or how this happens.

"Prof.."

I opened my mouth to express my feelings to him once again, but we jerked apart, and I stepped back, hitting the railings behind me as we heard,

"Deii Deii sandaala paavi"

(Dude, dude, what on earth are you doing?)

We turned to the terrace doorstep and saw Elangovan sir, who was staring at us with widened eyes.

"El.. Elango nee nenaikura maadhirlaa onnula da. Adhu theriyaama. Machaa.."

(El... Elango. It's not what you think. You don't know that... wait, dude...)

Aayush sir rushed to him, pulling the paper from my grasp, and stood in front of him, showing him the paper.

"Deii idhu paathiyaa"

(Look at this)

He said to him, but Elango sir seemed to be in no mood to hear anything from Aayush sir.

"Yen da Deii. Nee Nadikaadha. Inga enna nadakudhu nu sollu da"

(Hey, don't act smart. First, tell me what's going on here.)

Elango sir was still in shock, which was understandable given that as a girl—me—was standing here at this time on the terrace of a man's house. Now, I felt it was my fault. I could have waited until next week, but I wanted to share this with someone, so I took the chance with audacity.

Yes, I was wrong, but if I hadn't come here, I might have missed the chance to see his smiles and the wrinkles near his eyes, all because of 'me'.

So, it felt right. And I shrugged my shoulders.

"Macha macha nee... idha nee modhala paaren"

(Dude, just... you just see this first)

Aayush sir hurried him along, diverting him.

"Ennatha paakuradhu? Yen da andha red half saree katteendu oru maami nikkudhey, adhu yedhukku nu kaettaa, nee indha oodhaa colour bit uh paper'eh kaamchu theriyudhaa nu keura? Enna da nadakudhu inga?"

(What should I look at? I asked you why the girl in the red half-saree is here, but you're diverting me to this purple-colored bit of paper? What's going on here, dude?)

Aayush sir and I gasped in shock because it was a brown-colored paper, not purple.

Oodha colour aah?

(Purple colour?)

Colour blindness aah ivaalukku?

(Does he have color blindness?)

I thought and moved towards them.

"Macha idhu brown colour da"

(Hey, it's brown colour)

Aayush sir said.

"Enakku laa first standard le irundhe nalla padikka varum da maapla. Naan dha class first'uh. Nee maluppaama sollu Inga enna.."

(Even from first grade, I was good at studies, dude. I was always first in class. Now, tell me what's hap..)

I stopped right there behind him in fear when,

"Dei" 

Aayush sir grabbed Elangovan sir's collar and shouted,

"Olungaa velayaadaama idhu enna colour nu mattum sollu"

(Just tell me what color this is, without any nonsense.)

Oh, so he behaves like this with everyone? 

What a rude and hot creature ! 

Not just in the world, but maybe in the whole universe. No one can be like him.

"Deii sathiyamaa purple colour le dha da theriyudhu enakku"

(Dude, I seriously see it as purple.)

Elangovan sir said to him, and Aayush sir, stunned, released his grip on Elangovan sir's collar and turned to see me standing in front of him with the same frightened expression.

I gulped and opened my mouth to say something, but,

"Nee veetukku kelambu"

(Go back to your home.)

He said to me, calmly. I thinned my brows.

"Haan?"

I asked, and he scratched his brows, averting his gaze from me as he said,

"Veetukku kelambu ma. Ini night time'le inga laa vara koodaadhu kelambu"

(Go back home, ma. You shouldn't come here at night like this anymore. Just go.)

I felt a bit ashamed, lowered my head, and nodded.

Once I entered my room, I looked up at the ceiling. I stared at it without blinking, zoning out as I replayed the events in my mind. And, I don't even know when I fell asleep.

The next day, Amma woke me up, checked the swell on my temple, and told me to come downstairs after freshening up. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, dried off, and went downstairs. Appa smiled at me, and I smiled back as I sat beside him, unlocking my phone.

"Seetha endhiruchadhum phone dhaanaa? Indhaa tea kudi"

(Seetha, you picked up your phone right after waking up? Here, drink this tea.)

I placed my phone on the table in front of me, took the tea from her, and sipped it while changing the TV channel from the news to the music channel.

The song "En Anbe" from the movie Sathyam was playing, and as I took a sip of the tea, I found myself drifting back to his thoughts.

Athadi aasai alaipaya

Saethuko meesa kodasaya
Kuthadi koda mazhai peiya
Yettuko ada olakaya

(Hey, my desires are flowing as waves

Take me to hut,

Dance with me, while raining

Lift cloth a little bit (while dancing))

It became the perfect background for imagining how he had silenced me with his palm, dragged me to sit in front of him on the chair, and pulled it as if I weighed nothing. Being with him in his own house felt like a dream now.

But the one doubt pricking my heart was why he had asked me to touch his palm and cheek. The feeling of his beard against my skin still makes me shiver visibly.

"Ennaachu da ma?"

(What happened, dear?)

Appa asked me. I turned towards him, stared at him for a moment, and then shook my head.

"Onnu illa pa. Mudi kichu kichu panneerchu kaadhukulla"

(Nothing, Dad. My hair tickled my ear)

I lied to him, and he smiled at me.

"Seri tea kudi ma. Apdiye vachirukka paaru"

(Okay, drink your tea. you just kept it as it is.)

I hummed, giving him a slight smile, and sipped the tea, which had turned cold. I placed it back on the table, changed the channel back to the news, and went to my room like a ghost, unaware of the exchanged glance between my father and mother behind me.

After Appa left for his company, Amma got busy with household chores, and I tried to sleep for a while to distract my mind. But even my dreams were filled with thoughts of him and the events from the previous night at his house.

I felt like even a ghost would be scared of me. I spent my time just sleeping, eating, and staring at the floor or some commercials on TV without blinking my eyes. 

Although I knew I was behaving oddly, I couldn't help it; he had completely occupied every cell of my body.

Amma scolded me twice for placing the kitchen towel on the tv stand and the hot water tub in the kitchen instead of the bathroom. I felt like I was being slowly destroyed by thoughts of him.

Mutheerchu di Seetha.

(Your feelings had grown completely, Seetha)

As the two days passed, the swelling in my temple from the ball he kicked had healed. I was determined to go to college today, no matter what. My parents also agreed after examining my temple.

Another Wednesday. Oh, it's been a week since he joined this college and a week since my encounter with him.

I reached the college in my yellow churidar, paired with matching white leggings and a dupatta.

"Seetha. Ippo epdi irukku?"

(Seetha, how are you now?)

Jiji and Kalai asked me.

"Paravala di"

(Better)

I answered with a smile.

"Maami, how are you?"

Charan asked me, sitting beside Kalai.

"Nallaarken Charan"

(I'm fine, Charan)

Kamali arrived and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back with a smile.

"I missed you" 

She said.

I patted her back with a smile, and she pulled away to examine the swelling on my temple.

"Seri aayiduthu di"

(I'm fine, girl)

She smiled and pinched my cheek.

"Apro.."

(Then..)

"Madhu akka"

Half of the class turned towards the entrance to see a first-year junior girl with a full face of makeup. Kamali saw me and I chuckled, making her laugh.

Just a juniors things !

"Sollu Krithika"

(Tell me, Krithika)

Madhu asked the junior girl, Krithika, from the last bench.

"Akka, Inga Seetha nu yaaraadhu irukkaangalaa?"

(Akka, is there anyone named Seetha here?)

This is me. Even though I've spent four years of my college life here, no one knows me.

"First desk'le irukkaa paaru ava dha"

(Yes, the girl at the first desk.)

Madhu said.

"Sollu pa, naan dha Seetha"

(Yeah, tell me, dear)

I asked that junior girl.

"Akka ungala Vinitha mam kooptaanga"

(Akka, Vinitha Mam called for you.)

She informed and I nodded my head, saying,

"Ohh, Okay da. Thanks"

The girl flipped her shoulder-length hair and left the class. We sighed and turned to the boys, who quickly averted their gazes to their laps, pretending to be innocent. Kamali stood up to smack Charan. We shook our heads, and I went to the staffroom to meet Vinitha Mam with a smile.

But the smile turned into a gasp as I halted in my steps when my face met a hard chest. Thankfully, I didn't bump into it. I looked up to see my professor, staring at me with an emotionless expression. I gulped, feeling my heart race at the sudden encounter with him after two days.

When he raised his eyebrows, I averted my gaze and stepped to the left. He mirrored my movement, and we both came to a halt.

My lips curved into a smile, but I kept my gaze lowered to his black shoes. Then, when I stepped to the right, he did the same. I heard him sigh, saw him step back, and I quickly darted to the left and ran into the staffroom with a blush. I looked around and saw no one except Vinitha Mam.

"Hey vaa Seetha. Vaa vaa"

(Come inside, Seetha)

Vinitha mam called me inside excitedly.

I composed myself and entered her cabin with a smile.

"Good morning, Mam" 

I greeted, offering her a smile. She smiled back.

"Good morning da. Ippo epdi irukku?"

(How are you now?)

She asked me.

"Nallaarken mam"

(Fine, mam)

I replied seeing her who's correcting the papers.

"Ennaachu dhideernu?"

(What happened suddenly?)

"Adhu therila mam. Saaptinglaa?"

(Don't know mam. Had your breakfast?)

I diverted the topic.

"Saapten da. Nee saaptiyaa? Enna saapta dosa aah?"

(Yes. And you? Had your dosa?)

She asked me teasingly. I smiled sheepishly at her saying,

"Aama mam carrot dosa"

(Yes)

She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Seri, ippo okay dhane vali'laa illaye?"

(Okay, so you are fine now,  aren't you? No more pain?)

"Illa mam"

(No, mam)

After a brief chat with Mam, I turned to leave but stopped beside his cabin.

I tilted my head to see him working on his laptop, leaning back in his chair with the tip of the index finger of his left hand between his sharp teeth. And, to my surprise, there was a streak of holy ash on his forehead. I smiled at the sight but blinked when he turned his gaze toward me, lifting his eyebrows in an intimidating way. I grinned, placed my hand on the handle of his cabin door, opened it, and walked inside.

"Good morning"

I greeted him. He sat up straight and asked,

"Good morning?"

Without even glancing at me. I rolled my eyes and said the word he was expecting.

"Professor"

But his answer left me wondering if he was even human.

"Morning"

I stared at him, dropping my smile.

Morning ? Where did he sell that good before the morning ?

Such a urru face.

(Annoying face)

I stood there glaring at him, but he didn't even acknowledge me as a student or even as a person. After a minute, he sighed, looked up at me, and placed my purse on his table, taking it from on top of the CPU beside his computer. Yes, he always work on his laptop, even though the college had given him a system. 

Weird human.

I looked at both him and the purse.

"What? Idha vaanga dhane vandhinga?"

(What? You came here to take this, right?)

He asked me, pointing at my purse and maintaining his famous neutral expression.

"No" 

I replied.

He looked a bit stunned but quickly composed himself.

"Ennaachu?"

(Then, what happened?)

He asked.

I sighed.

"Ungalukku ennaachu? Naan two days'aah varla college ku, ennaachu nu kaekka maatinglaa?"

(What happened to you? I haven't been to college for two days. Aren't you going to ask what happened?)

"Enakku theriyaadhaa yen nu? Kelambu"

(Don't I know why? Just go)

He replied, looking into my eyes before averting his gaze back to his laptop. Although my lips curved into a smile at his response, I resolved to maintain the same neutral expression he had.

"Therinjirundhaalum ippo epdi irukku naadhu kekalaa le?"

(Even if you knew, aren't you going to ask how I'm doing now?)

I asked. He sighed and asked,

"Naan yen ma kekkanu? Oru professor aah naan.."

(Why should I ask? As a professor, I...)

Here, we go again. I exhaled deeply, and he stopped speaking abruptly.

"Professor'aah irundhaa kooda kekkalaam. Naan unga student. Care pannika maatinglaa enna?"

(Even if you're a professor, you can still ask. I'm your student. Aren't you going to care?)

I explained.

"Seri ippo epdi irukku?"

(Okay, so how are you now?)

He asked nonchalantly while working on his laptop.

I glared at him, took my purse, and placed it back on his table with a thud, hoping to get his attention.

He lifted his eyelashes and looked at me with his brows raised.

"Enakku innum badhil varla"

(I still haven't received a reply from you.)

I said.

"Nee enna ketta naan badhil soldradhukku?"

(What did you ask me? For me to give a reply?)

He asked, his attention already back on his laptop.

God, how am I going to deal with this man?

I felt even more frustrated.

"Kekkala. Sonnen"

(I didn't ask. I told you.)

I replied.

"Seri, enna sonna?"

(Alright, what did you tell me?)

He asked me as if he didn't know what I was referring to.

"Naan apro solleerven. Apro neenga thitta koodaadhu"

(I'll tell you, but you shouldn't scold me.)

Yes, I threatened him. He took a deep breath and finally gave me his full attention, closing his laptop.

One point for me. I grinned inwardly.

"Seetha. Inga paaru. I have something to say to you"

(Seetha, look here. I have something to say to you.)

He turned serious, and I looked at him, narrowing my brows as I said,

"Thirumba naan unga student, neenga en professor nu start panna koodaadhu"

(You shouldn't start with the theory of 'I'm your student and you are my professor.')

He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, bit his lower lip, and then released it before saying,

"Indha magic letters pathi, nee Invisible aaguradhu pathi, idhellaame yaarta venaa solliko, I don't care. But..."

(About these magic letters and you turning invisible, you can tell anyone you want, I don't care. But...)

He said something, but I was clean bowled by his previous actions as I stared at him blankly.

"But, idhula naanu irukken'ngradha yaartayum solla koodaadhu"

(But, you shouldn't reveal to anyone that I am also involved in this.)

I frowned at his statement.

"Neengalum irukkinglaa?"

(You're also involved?)

I asked him.

"Yes. I can feel your right hand"

What?

He said it without changing his expression, leaving me shocked and confused.

"Purila"

(I don't understand.)

I said.

"Nee Invisible aana apro, yaarukkum nee feel aaga maata. But,.."

(When you're invisible, no one should be able to feel you. But...)

He cleared his throat and I was waiting for him continue and finish the statement.

"But anniku(that) night, I felt your touch"

I widened my eyes.

"Touch'naa purila enakku?"

(Touch? I can't understand you?)

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

What's wrong with him now? For real, I can't understand why he's changing his expression like this.

"Seetha. Listen. Nee. Nee en kai touch pannumbodhu I can feel it, and I also intertwined our hands. Only I can do that. No one else can."

(Seetha, listen. You. When you touch my hand, I can feel it, and I also intertwined our hands. Only I can do that. No one else can.)

The phrase that only he could intertwine my fingers while no one else could, made butterflies flutter in my stomach, but on the outside, I just gave him a shocked expression with widened eyes.

"Enna soldrel? Appo indha padam, story le ellaa vara maadhiri namma made for each other aah?"

(What are you saying? So, are we like "made for each other" just like in the movies and stories?)

"Heyy"

I flinched at his shout, but we composed ourselves quickly. He hurriedly grabbed his phone and placed it on his ear as Vinitha Mam saw us from outside his cabin. I turned towards her, gave a small smile, and she smiled back before leaving the staffroom, leaving me and him alone.

He threw his phone onto the table and glared at me.

"Idha solla dha naan nenachen. Indha maadhiri olareetu irukkaadha nu solla dha unna koopdanum nu neanchutte irundhen. Idha yaartayaadhu poi sonna, naan enna pannuven nu enakke theriyaadhu"

(I was thinking of saying this only. I know you'll blabber like this to everyone, so I decided to tell you first. If you share this with anyone, you'll see a side of me that you won't be able to tolerate.)

He threatened me fiercely.

But what the hell is wrong with my words? It's not my imagination. I spoke the truth, man.

I turned angry.

"Chumma chumma kathaadhingo. Naan illaadhadha sollala. Naan dha ungala kathonum. Naan propose panneerken aana neenga ippo vara adha pathi enta pesa maatenguringa. Naan enna nu eduthukardhu? En feelings ku enna badhil?"

(Stop shouting at me first. I didn't lie about anything. I'm the one who should be upset. I proposed to you, but you're not even discussing it. What should I take from this? What's your response to my feelings?)

I asked raising my voice a little. He stared into my eyes and replied through gritted teeth,

"Soldrakku badhil illa nu artham"

(There's nothing from me to answer you)

"Adhaa yen?"

(Why?)

I asked.

"Yen naa enakku unnoda andha muttaal thanamaana love feelings'eh nenachaale yerichal aagudhu. Oru student ipdi irukka mudiyumaa? Asingamaa illayaa ipdi unakku teach pandra professor'eh paathu ipdi pesuradhukku? En munnaadi nikkardhukke bayapadanu nee. Aana nee loosu maadhiri panneet.."

(Because I find it irritating to think about your foolish love. How can a student behave like this? Don't you feel ashamed to act this way towards your professor? You should be scared to stand in front of me, but instead, you're acting like a fool...)

I turned, opened the door, and fled the staffroom, racing down the stairs to the fourth-floor restroom. There, the tears from my eyes streamed down uncontrollably as I hiccuped wildly, feeling as though a sharp arrow had pierced my heart.

"Asingamaa illayaa?"

(Don't you feel ashamed)

I closed my eyes, letting the tears roll down my cheeks and neck as I stood in the restroom, the tap running in the background. 

How could he ask me like that?

Muttaal thanamaana love? Muttaal thanamaana love?

(Foolish love? Foolish love?)

When the minutes of letting my tears flow felt like an eternity, I emerged, washed my face in the sink, and dried it with my dupatta.

Then, I returned to the staffroom, opened his cabin door without looking at him, grabbed the project report diary and my purse, and then left the staffroom.

As I walked away from his cabin, I faintly heard him call out, "Seetha". But I ignored him.

Without conversing with anyone, I took my laptop and started working for the third review. A few minutes later, when he entered the class, probably for attendance, I stood up to greet him along with my classmates but sat back down before he could respond. I focused intently on my laptop.

Tit for tat.

I twisted my lips slightly.

He asked, 

"How far has the project been completed, guys?"

My classmates sat in silence, and I suppressed a laugh.

He deserves it.

And he continued, 

"As I mentioned on Monday, tomorrow is review day, so be ready. Reviewers have been assigned, so go and get your review forms and complete them by tomorrow without any excuses. Don't forget to submit the forms back to me once you're done. Don't just hang around and avoid this. I won't hesitate to throw your project in the bin if necessary. Now, answer your attendance. Aakash..."

'Present sir'

I didn't even glance at him once.

Kamali nudged me, asking what happened to her handsome man, why he was shouting like this, and why I was silent. I replied,

"Haan. Un manmadharku, avaru dha indha ulagathulaye periya azhagan nu nenappu. Podhumaa? Amaidhiyaa iru"

(Haan. For your handsome man, he thinks he's the biggest beauty in this world. Is that enough? Just stay quiet.)

I glared at her.

"Seetha"

I heard him.

I just raised my hand for attendance, glanced at him, then he called out the next name marking a attendance for me silently, and I turned my attention back to the laptop screen.

"Teams, meet me now."

He commanded before leaving the class.

I stood up, turned to Kamali, and said,

"Polaam vaa"

(Let's go)

But Kamali gave me a 'are you serious?' look.

"Enga di pora? Onnume mudikala innum"

(Where are you going? Nothing is finished yet.)

"Naan oru alavukku kaamikira alavukku vachirukken vaa. Kalai. Pooja vaanga polaa"

(I've run the code to a certain extent and ready to show him. Come. Kalai and Pooja, let's go.)

And we four headed towards the staffroom, but the person who had asked us to meet him was about to leave. But, he stopped upon seeing us. Before we could start,

"Afternoon lunch hour'le vaanga"

(Come during the lunch hour.)

He said and left us feeling frustrated.

"Pinna yen ippo vara sonnaaru?"

(Then why did he call us to meet him now?)

Kalai asked.

"Koluppu dha vera enna?"

(Full of cholesterol. Nothing more than that.)

I replied, and we returned to the classroom to continue working on our project review for tomorrow. Pooja, Kalai, and Kamali handled the PPT, while I focused on the code.

And during the period before lunch, we received a message from him in our official group with a PDF attachment and a note.

"Students pls get ready at 10:00 AM tomorrow, the review will start. @⁨Pooja and @⁨Charan Keep the Class and Projector ready. Project Evaluation Form is available with Elangovan sir. Collect them and fill the details. Venue 612 lab"

And I opened the PDF to see that our reviewers were him and Elangovan sir.

"Pochu"

(We're done)

I could hear, Kamali's voice.

I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose or not, but I shook my head and focused on getting the code to run with a determination; 

If you had advised me not to love you, I would have left it and moved on, professor.

But when you said that my love was foolish, I'm going to show you how pure and determined I am in my love for you.

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