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After Seetha left that night, I learned that me and Seetha were the only one who saw the paper as brown; no one else did, including Elango, and our college mate, Sanjay, who saw it in a video call.

So, Elango advised me not to dwell on it further. He said he would consult his cousin, who is pursuing her 'Quantum Computing and Quantum Information Science' which is a unique and prominent scientific course in Japan. Elango also suggested that I should ask Seetha to dispose that paper and not to mention it to anyone.

But when I was determined to tell her, she was absent for two days. On the third day, when she returned, I noticed she was deliberately mimicking a movie scene, following the path I had taken before the staffroom entrance. Her cheeks were flushed red. I sighed, stepped aside to let her pass, and she quickly darted inside like a gust of wind.

I shook my head and returned to my cabin after fetching my water bottle. And feeling a strong gaze on me, I looked up to see her standing outside my cabin, staring intently. I raised my brows, and she entered.

When I tried to calmly explain to her not to share anything with anyone and how I had felt her touch, she began weaving a story and asked for an answer to her proposal that day. She seemed more focused on her narrative than on understanding the significance of the magic paper.

Frustrated and angry, I began lashing out at her, not realizing the words I was using. I stopped only when she ran out of the cabin, and then I recalled my own words and sighed, placing my palm on my forehead.

Shit.

I felt guilty for using my words inappropriately and making her cry.

But I still wonder how someone can develop such strong feelings in just two days. How is that even possible? And on top of that, she's my student—how could she fall for her professor?

With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I felt that she needed to reconsider her feelings towards me. Yet, she seemed even more determined, which made me scratch my forehead in frustration, almost giving me a headache.

But, when she came back inside, I noticed her face was pale. And I couldn't see her eyes, which were cast down on my table, but I was sure she had been crying. I tried to explain things to her calmly,

"Seetha.."

But, she just left the cabin with her purse and the project report diary, not acknowledging me or giving me a single glance.

I felt something strange within myself as she walked away like that.

Her black eyes didn't even glance at me. It struck me that I had ruined her mood when she merely raised her hand in response to me while taking attendance for their class.

What went wrong? I thought I had said the right thing, but maybe I should have approached it more calmly, rather than coldly. But, her disrespectful behavior for the second time infuriated me, and I stormed out, calling my teams for the project pre-presentation, expecting they wouldn't show up.

But, unexpectedly, Seetha arrived with her team. I told them to come during the lunch hour and then left, cursing myself for behaving like a child. What on earth happened to me? Why the hell am I behaving like this? I asked myself for the nth time and went for the hall duty.

After completing the hall duty for the second-year model exam, I returned to the staffroom. Elangovan and I went for lunch, where he informed me about an event that all staff were required to attend. We went to the event and discovered it was focused on higher education opportunities for final-year students.

"Idhukku yedhukku da nammala kooptrukkaanga?"

(Why did they call us for this?)

I murmured in Elango's ear, sitting beside him, covering my mouth with my palm.

"Namakku dha ippo class illa, adhaa kooptrukkaanga"

(As we don't have any classes to handle right now, they asked us to attend.)

He replied, and I rolled my eyes at his comment. I turned my head and took in the scene, which made my lips curve a little before I quickly hid my smile. But would the pig beside me ever leave me alone?

Elango cleared his throat, and I turned towards him with a straight face.

"Onnulalye"

(Nothing)

He said with a cheeky smile, and I shook my head, focusing on the event while glancing at my student occasionally, though I wasn't entirely aware of it.

Her right hand, dancing in the air adorned only with yellow and red sacred threads, and her tiny fingers and nails made me smile, instantly. Occasionally, she would pull up her dupatta, which flowed down as she leaned over Kamali to speak with her. And her...

'If her love is foolish, then these stolen glances and secret smiles you cast toward her are even more foolish, Aayush' I said to myself. 

I stopped my glances toward her abruptly, knowing it was the truth. There was something pulling me toward her, and I was trying hard to suppress it. And I didn't know what that 'something' was.

I made her feel worried but I felt relieved when she spoke with Kamali with a smile not being sadd for my scolds. And when the event came to halt, me and elango stood there near the door of the hall as elango was speaking with a female staff member and I was nodding my head to Manikandan sir for everything he says.

But when Seetha came out with Kamali she left not even sparing me a glance. I raised my brows and took my phone typed in the team group as,

"Send the PPT file for tomorrow's review to this group today before 9 PM without fail."

After sending it and noticing her name as the only one visible in the seen list, I smiled, put my phone back into my pocket, and asked Elango if we could leave. We then headed back to the staffroom.

The day went on like that, and as I reached my cabin to prepare for the NAAC work, I sighed and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and sat on the chair to feel a bit more relaxed. But, unexpectedly, Seetha stormed into my cabin, her college bag slung over both shoulders, and stood beside my desk.

I raised my brows at her and sat straight, as I always did. But this time, I felt a strange sense of happiness inside me on seeing her back. She took a deep, audible breath and said,

"Inga paarunga. En feelings naan first Kamali kitta dha sonnen. Aludhutte dha sonnen. Andha maadhiri aludhutte solli ungala madakardhukku nekku anju nimisham aagaadhu"

(Look. I first shared my feelings with Kamali while crying. I could make you fold with me forever within minutes by crying in front of you and doing all the drama.)

She snapped her fingers and I looked at her stunned.

Madakardhukkaa?

(Fold with me, huh?)

"Aana naan apdi pannala. Yen'naa neenga en feelings'eh summa velayaatukku vandhu soldren nu nenachukka koodaadhu nu dha. Adhunaala dha avlo bold'aah nadandhukutten. Adha ivlo naal aah disrespective way nu dha nenachundu irundhen. Aana ippodha theriyudhu ungalukku'laa adhu dha Correct nu"

(But I didn't do that. I thought you shouldn't just come to dismiss my feelings as if they were trivial. That's why I was bold and behaved that way with you. I thought that was disrespectful. But now I realize that for you, it might have been the right thing.)

She glared at me, her nostrils flaring with anger. I hid my curving lips behind my knuckles, placing my clenched fists in front of my mouth. And she continued.

"Yen theriyumaa? Naan unga kitta yeppo'laa alugurano appolaa neenga ennamo, unga feelings'eh illa ngra andha ennam dha correct nu nenachuttu irukkel. But adhu thappu. Ennoda feelings dha true. Not yours. And I'll prove it"

(Do you know why? Whenever I cry in front of you, you seem to dismiss them as if they don't matter. You think that my feelings are incorrect. But that's a mistake. My feelings are true, not yours. And I'll prove it.)

I stared at the fiery ball before me, silently controlling my chuckle.

I looked into her eyes deeply, trying to gauge how far she would go for me. She paused for a moment, averted her gaze, scratched her brow with her finger, then looked at me again, composing herself.

"Aahn apro. En love onnum muttal thanam illa. I'm damn serious about it. Naan loosu maadhiri pesavum illa. Love ngradhu yaaru mela venaalum yaarukku naalum varum. Naan onnum ungala professor nu nenachu love pannala. Infact poiyum poiyum unga mela yen enakku indha love vandhadhu nu enakku ippo varaikum purila"

(Aah, then. My love is not foolish at all. I'm damn serious about it. I don't talk like a fool. Love can come to anyone, regardless of who it is. I'm not loving you because you're my professor. In fact, I still don't understand why this love has come to me towards someone like you.)

I widened my eyes, and my hand fell onto the chair's armrest in shock as she hit her forehead with a sigh after finishing her sentence.

"Aana vandhiruchu. Adhuvum head over heels. Naan naraya stories padippen. Adhula'laa indha head over heels nu sollumbodhu enna nu purila. Ippodha puriyudhu. So, enkitta irundhu thappichu odeerlaam'nlaa paakaadhinga. Naan vida maaten. Onnu innu konja naal le othukonga"

(But it has come, and it's head over heels. I read many stories, but I never understood what head over heels meant until now. Now I do. So, don't try to escape from me. I won't let you go. Accept my love within a few more days.)

"Othukala'naa?"

(What if I don't accept?)

She gulped, clearly not expecting me to intervene like this. I hadn't expected it myself.

But she composed herself again, and continued,

"Othukalanaa naan next month graduate aayiduven adhukkapro othukongo. Appo neenga en professor, naan unga student laa unganaala saaku solleetu irukka mudiyaadhu"

(Accept me after I graduate next month. Then, you won't be able to escape by saying that you're my professor and I'm your student)

True, she will be graduating next month, but for that, she needs to pass her exams first. How audacious is she? 

I looked at her in disbelief.

"Appovum othukalanaa neenga yeppo othukuringlo appo othukonga, I will wait for you."

(Even if you don't accept me after that, I'll wait until you do.)

Her determined voice and the way her eyes held the gaze with me spoke volumes about how deeply she loves me. She's the perfect example of love at first sight, and her love is genuine. I made a vow to never doubt her feelings and to avoid any guilt after doing so.

"And also, I saw some longing in your eyes."

She said, and I quickly averted my gaze, gulping nervously for the first time. It was the first time someone had articulated something I had suppressed in my heart for years, just by looking into my eyes.

In that moment, I realized that my eyes are also indeed expressive. No one had ever told me this before. She's the first.

"Ippo marachaa enakku onnum theriyaadhu nu nenachukaadhinga. I do know, and I'll fulfill everything. Summa sollala oru naal neengale purunjippinga. PPT send panneedren. Ippo bus ku neramaachu kelamburen. Bye, and I love you"

(Don't hide those eyes from me, thinking that I don't know anything. I do know, and I'll fulfill everything. I'm not just saying this to win you over; you'll understand one day. I'll send the PPT. I'm heading to the bus now, as it's already late. Bye, and I love you.)

The emotions in my eyes abruptly shifted at her proposal, and I gasped as she left the cabin, leaving me stunned. I looked around, pressing my hands on the armrests of the chair, and sighed in relief, leaning back on the chair, grateful that no one else could have heard her confession due to the glass door of my cabin.

"Yemmaaa.. pada pada porinjuttu poitaale"

(God ! She is such a firecracker)

I hissed, rubbing my chest, and chuckled as I remembered her threats and fiery words. Shaking my head, I couldn't help but smile.

Seriyaana rowdy dha.

(Rowdy girl)

I realized I was grinning from ear to ear, and my cheeks were aching when I heard Elangovan clear his throat. I quickly neutralized my expression as he pulled up another chair and sat down, staring at me.

"Enna da? Kelambalaamaa?"

(What? Shall we leave?)

I asked him.

He simply hummed, and as I shoved my laptop and charger into my bag and stood up, he continued to sit there, staring at me. I sighed, glancing at him before looking out the window of one of the classrooms visible through Vinitha Mam's cabin.

"Enna da?"

(What's wrong?)

"Onnulaye nee.."

(Nothing. You..)

But I stopped him by raising my palm and sighed before speaking.

"Seetha. Po ingerndhu"

(Seetha, go away from here)

Elango looked at me, frowning, and stood up beside me. However, he gasped in shock when Seetha became visible, glared at me, and then left the staff room with a pout. I smiled and turned towards Elango, who was staring at me with his mouth open.

"Epdi da kandu puducha?"

(How did you find her?)

He asked me in shock.

"Mch, door handle apdiye irundhuchu da aadaama. Apro ava ingerndhu pona maadhiriyum therila adhaa guess pannen, adhey maadhiri dha panneerka. Kedi da ava. Chinna ponnu maadhiri pandraa"

(Man, the door handle stayed exactly the same without any movement, and since I didn't see her leave, I guessed it. She did the same thing. She's such a mischief person and acts like a little girl.)

I chuckled but soon left the cabin when Elango simply replied with, 

"Ohooo." 

I cursed myself but shook my head with a smile and headed upstairs for the NAAC work. Elango followed me, and we got busy with our work until 6 in the evening. We then left the college and went to my mother's husband's house, where we took some time on the terrace to relax.

"Indha Wednesday vaadhu kudikaama iruppiyaa illa epdi?"

(Will this Wednesday go without drinking, or what?)

Elango asked me.

I nodded in agreement.

Then, I received a notification from the Teams group with the name 'Meghna.' It was the PPT for their team's project review. I responded with a thumbs-up emoji and typed,

"What about the other team?", before sending it.

However, I frowned when I saw that Seetha and Meghna had seen the message but Seetha hadn't replied.

This girl.

I sighed and looked at Elango.

"Edhaadhu cook panlaamaa?"

(Can we cook something?)

I asked him after a minute, as I felt like cooking something today.

"Panlaame. Enna panlaam?"

(Sure. What shall we cook?)

He asked me.

"Neeye sollu"

(Your choice)

I replied.

"Yedhu naalum Pannu. Naanum pandren"

(Cook anything. I'll do too.)

"Seri vaa polaa"

(Okay, come. Let's do)

I slipped my phone into my shorts' pocket as we descended the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed the wheat flour and butter, while Elango took the mutton. I gave him a look of disbelief as he smiled sheepishly at me.

I chuckled, and we were fully immersed in cooking until my phone blared with an iPhone ringtone. Frowning at the unknown number, I answered it, placing it to my ear.

"Hello"

I said, waiting for a response from the other end.

"Good evening, Professor"

I choked on my own saliva upon hearing the voice and widened my eyes, while Elango looked at me with a frown.

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