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Now he might finally understand the depth of my love, and I'm confident he won't underestimate me again. When I got home, I was on a call with Kamali, working on the PPT for tomorrow's project review.

Amidst our teasing and laughter, she suddenly asked me which song I would dedicate to him, my professor if I had the chance.

I blushed and began singing the song that always reminds me of him whenever I hear it.

"Nee pesum vaarthaigal segarithu, Seiven anbae orr agaraathi"

(With all those words you utter, I would compile a new dictionary)

"Ohooo"

Kamali teased me.

"Nee thoongum nerathil thoongamal, Parpen thinam un thalai kothi"

(I would admire you and caress your hair when you are asleep)

I grinned when Kamali made a funny noise to tease me.

"Kadhorathil epothumae un moochu kaatrin, Veppam sumapen"

(I would cherish your hot breath around my ears)

"Yeii enna di meaning therinju dha paadriyaa?"

(Hey, are you singing this song knowing its meaning or not?)

She asked, but I just shrugged my shoulders and continued to sing while working at the same time.

"Kaiyoduthaan kai korthu thaan un maarbu sootil, Mugham puthaipen"

(I would buy myself in the warmth on your chest)

"Nee nadathu maami"

(You continue, maami)

I blushed but frowned asking,

"Yen di Kamali, literature survey maximum evlo irukkanum?"

(Hey Kamali, how much should the literature survey be?)

"Oru 7 podu"

(Give it around 7 counts)

She said nonchalantly, munching on something with crunching sounds. I sighed and clicked my tongue.

"Mch, correct aah sollu. Nalaiku namma review super aah pannanu. Chinna thappu kooda avanga rendu perum kandu pudikka koodaadhu "

(Ugh, just say it correctly. We need to make sure our review goes well tomorrow. Even a small mistake shouldn't be noticeable to them)

I clicked on the next slide and typed the heading as 'Literature Survey.' She replied,

"Enakku therila di, Google le paaru"

(I don't know di. You, try searching it on Google.)

"Aahnnn"

I agreed but stopped with a mischievous smile. I went to our team group, found his number, and saved it as "My Professor". Then, I typed a private message as,

"Hello, Professor. Good evening. I have one doubt 🧐"

And hit send.

"Eyy enna di paathiyaa illayaa?"

(Hey, did you search it out or not?)

Kamali asked me through the call.

"Aah dho paathutte irukken"

(Yeah, yeah, I'm searching it.)

I clicked on his profile picture, which still had the same elderly woman's photo. Who could she be? Is she his mother? Or someone else?

A doubt lingered in my heart as I remembered his ramblings from that night. But I don't want that to be true.

It shouldn't have happened to him.

I gulped, sighing as I noticed he had been offline for the last half hour. Just then, Kamali rejoined the call with me after her dinner break.

"Oi. Enna di paathiyaa? literature survey muduchuttiyaa?"

(Hey. Did you search it out? Have you finished the literature survey?)

"Illa Kamali. Pannanu"

(No. Going to)

I replied with some other thoughts.

"Seri next week final review, and next month starting le sem exam start aagudhu nyaabagam irukku le?"

(Okay, the final review is next week, and the sem exams start at the beginning of next month. You remember that, right?)

She asked me, and I jerked back to reality.

"Mm irukku yen kekura?"

(Yeah, I remember. Why are you asking that now?)

"Illa Namma college library'le kandippa elective papers ku books irukkaadhu. Nee Inga vaa Inga irukka library le poi paathu eduthuttu varlaam"

(No, our college library definitely won't have books for the elective papers. So, you come here, we can check the library here and pick them up.)

I exhaled at her casual plan.

"Mkum. Eng'aathula apdiye vitruvaango paaru. Inga epdi nu therinjum ipdi pesaadha Kamali"

(Mm. At my home, they would just leave me like that. Don't speak like this, even if you know how things are here, Kamali.)

I chided at her. She clicked her tongue.

"Mch, kaettu paaru maami oru dhadava. Naan venaa appa kitta pesavaa?"

(Okay, just ask your father once more, maami. Or shall I talk to your dad?)

"Pesunaa keppaalaa? Adhellaa kaekka maataa.. nee varumbodhu enakkum book eduthundu vaa. Vera onnum panna mudiyaadhu"

(Are you serious about talking? He won't listen that. When you come to college, get a book from the library for me too. We can't do anything else.)

"Illa di oru book dhaan kedaikum. Inga irukka library le daily one dha allowed maami"

(No, you can only get one book. In the library here, they allow only one book per day, maami.)

"Seri ovvaru naal poi ovvanu eduthuttu vaa. Enakkaaga panna maatiyaa?"

(Okay, go and get one book each day then. Can't you do this for me?)

I asked her with a pouty tone and heard her sigh from the other end.

"Enna maami nee? Oru dhadava kettu paakalaa le?"

(Maami, can't you ask your father just one last time?)

She whined at me and I smiled.

"Seri naan kaekuren. Ippo indha PPT'eh mudippom. Nee cut pannu naan oru half an hour'le thirumba koopudren"

(Okay, I'll ask him. Let's finish this PPT now. You hang up, and I'll call you back in half an hour.)

"Yen?"

(Why?)

"Namma doubt ku answer kettutu varen"

(I'll come back after getting the answer to our doubt.)

I couldn't hold back my smile.

"Yaarkitta?"

(From whom?)

"Professor kitta"

(From the professor)

"Yendha professor kitta?"

(Which professor?)

Her tone turned serious. Maybe she caught on to my idea.

"Aayush Kumar"

I grinned and declined the call when I heard her say "Edheyy"(whatt). Then I called him, clearing my throat and sitting on my bed with my legs crossed.

"Hello"

I heard his warm voice, and the thought of speaking with him over the phone for the first time made me grin. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, but I pushed them aside, maintaining my composure and boldness.

Illanaa indhaalukitta'laa kattupadi aagaadhu.

(Otherwise, I can't deal with this man.)

"Good evening, Professor"

I greeted him and heard him coughing on the other end. I suppressed a laugh and waited for him to speak.

After a minute,

"Hello. Sollunga Ms. Seetha"

(Hello. Yeah, Ms. Seetha, tell me)

So, you can recognize my voice?

"Sir, enakku oru doubt uh.. adhaa call pannen"

(Sir, I have a doubt... that's why I called you)

I said professionally and he asked,

"Team group'le message panneerkalaame?"

(Can't you send a message in our team group?)

I rolled my eyes.

"Naan message pannen but neenga paakala. Adhaa call pannen"

(I sent a message, but you didn't see it. That's why I called you now)

I replied. After a few seconds of silence,

"Seri, sollunga"

(Okay, tell me)

He asked in a neutral voice.

Neutral face

Neutral voice

Neutral actions

Seriyaana nadigan yaa nee !

(Such an actor he is !)

I groaned in my mind.

"Hello"

But upon hearing him, I cleared my throat and asked,

"Neenga enna pandringa?"

(What are you doing?)

He sighed at the other end and then,

"Idha kekka dha kooptiyaa?"

(Did you call me just to ask this?)

I nodded my head but replied,

"Illa"

(No)

"Appo enna nu sollu, Seetha"

(Then tell me what you want to say, Seetha)

I grinned as his formal talk finally came into the conversation.

"Sollu. Idhu evlo nallaarku? adha vittutu sollunga, nillunga, ponga ntu"

(Tell me, Seetha. How good is this? Besides that, you always use 'Ms. Seetha.')

I sulked.

"Seri sollunga Ms. Seethaa"

(Okay, tell me, Ms. Seetha)

I glared at my phone and slapped my forehead.

It was my fault to expect such basic knowledge from this professor of mine.

"Seri literature survey le yethana irukkanum?"

(Okay, how many should be included in the literature survey?)

I asked, and he replied curtly as,

"Maximum ten."

I became frustrated with his blunt responses, so before hanging up, I said,

"Okay. Bye. I love you "

I waited for him to say something, but when I heard the sound of a vessel rolling, I disconnected the call abruptly.

Uff !

I feel as if I'm constantly running on a treadmill, while being with him every time.

Then, I messaged Kamali saying, "Maximum ten in the literature survey," and she replied with a sticker of a little girl stumbling back. I giggled and sent her a few more stickers, playing around for a while. However, I sighed and hit my forehead for forgetting about the PPT.

I then asked her, "What extra things should we add to the third review PPT?"

But she responded with a voice message, singing, "Enakkuuuu theriyaadhuuu(I don'ttt knowww)" in her own tone.

I sighed, but with a grin, I called him again with a smile.

"Good evening, Professor"

I repeated, thinking he would lash out at me. But,

"Enna venu?"

(What do you want?)

He asked calmly.

Is he in a good mood?

Then I might as well use this for a while.

Vara chance epdi vida mudiyum?

(How can I miss this good chance that comes to me?)

"Neenga dha venu"

(I want you)

I replied. He said at the next moment as,

"Not available"

Then, let's make you available soon only for me professor. Don't worry.

I thought with mischievous grin and asked,

"Yen?"

(Why?)

I leaned against the headrest of my bed, my laptop resting on my lap above the pillow, and my legs stretched out straight.

"Not interested"

I'll make you interested in me, then.

I shrugged my shoulders, as if it was no big task for me.

"And why is that?"

I asked, and he replied,

"I don't know."

I rolled my eyes at his answer.

"Nalla badhil. Ipdi answer panninganaa ennaala innikulla ungalukku PPT anuppa mudiyaadhu. So, konjam arivoda answer pandringlaa, professor?"

(Good answer. If you keep answering like this, I won't be able to send you the PPT today. So, could you provide a answer using your brain, professor?)

"Ippo nee enna sonna?"

(What did you just say?)

Naan enna sonnen?

(What did I say?)

I frowned and then hit my forehead, recalling my own words. But it's true; he doesn't know anything beyond teaching, scolding me, pulling me, glaring at me, and smiling with wrinkles near his eyes. So, I'm right.

"Hello. Ippo nee enna sonna nu ketten?"

(Hello, I asked you, what did you just say?)

I sighed, hearing the gritted-teeth tone in his voice, and replied,

"Naan enna sonnen nu kooda kekkalayaa neenga? Seri adha vidunga. Third review le extra vaa enna'laa add pannanu?"

(Can't you even hear what I said? Fine, let it be. What extra things should we add for the third review?)

I could hear him taking a deep breath. I frowned, waiting for his reply.

"Adhaa pdf send pannen le reference ku?"

(Did I send that PDF for reference, right?)

I scratched my head, hearing him.

He sent the PDF? I hadn't seen anything. The only document I received from him was the reviewers' allocation PDF.

I gulped. If he found out that I hadn't properly checked his messages, there would definitely be a new set of lectures from him.

Escape aagu di Seetha.

(Escape quickly, Seetha)

"Hello?"

I heard him.

"Aahn. Dha.. bha..Ohh send panninglaa? Sorry naan paakala. Paathuttu edhaadhu doubt naa koopudren. Bye. Lov..."

(Ah, really? Did you send it? Sorry, I didn't see it. I'll check it and call if I have any doubts. Bye. Love...)

He disconnected the call before I could even finish. I glared at my phone.

Bold move, huh?

I rolled my eyes and called him again.

Naan viduvanaa?

(Will I leave him?)

I grinned, copying and pasting the contents for the literature survey while waiting for him to answer the call, placing my phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Unak.."

(You..)

"Sir Irunga katheeraadhingo. Tools requirements'le naan sandbox include pannala. I don't know how to do it. okay dhane?"

(Sir, please don't shout at me. I didn't include the sandbox in the tools requirements. I don't know how to do it. Is it okay?)

I had this doubt while I was in college itself, but I couldn't ask him because he went on hall duty, we went to the event, and I only had a brief moment to make him understand something very important before heading to the college bus.

"Seri, ungalukku yedhu easy'oh adhu pannunga. But appo epdi files terminate pannuvinga?"

(Okay, do whatever is easy for you. But then, how will you terminate the files?)

He asked after a few seconds of thinking. I smiled and replied,

"I have another plan. Naan nalaiku review le kaamikiren, professor. Asandhu poyiruvinga paarungo"

(I have another plan. I'll show it in the review tomorrow, professor. You'll be astonished when you see it)

I grinned, and I'm sure he would have smiled too.

"Seri paakalaam. Ippo busy aah irukken phone vaikattaa?"

(Okay, let's see. Now, shall I cut the call?)

He asked.

Yes, He asked me.

Aww, how cute uh !

My cutie man is conversing with me casually.

Eighth wonder !

I smiled, set the laptop aside on the bed, and crossed my left arm below my chest to speak with him in a more relaxed manner.

"Busy aah? Veetukku pona apro enna busy ungalukku?"

(Busy? What is keeping you busy even after you've returned home?)

I asked.

"Cook panna venaamaa saapudradhukku?"

(Don't I need to cook in order to have dinner?)

My eyes widened with a broad smile upon hearing him.

Wow, so he knows how to cook?

That's the first tick on my list of future partner expectations.

"Aahn. Neenga cook pannuvinglaa?"

(Oh, do you cook?)

I asked him, and he simply hummed in response.

"Mm."

I grinned enthusiastically.

"Super super, nekku ippodha nimmadhiyaa irukku"

(Super, super. I'm finally feeling relaxed now)

"Why?"

He asked, and I could hear something crackling in the oil followed by his coughing.

"Paathu, Paathu. Kalyanathukku apro naan samaika vendaa'le adhaa sonnen"

(I said it because I won't have to cook after marriage.)

And I'm sure he would have turned red with anger.

"Seetha nee.."

(You..)

So, I decided to change the topic.

"Seri enna samaikringa?"

(Alright, what are you cooking?)

"Veg Augratin"

He replied, and I wondered, what spirit has possessed him? Why is he answering all my questions so calmly now?

But I shrugged off my thoughts and decided to go with the flow. This wasn't the time to overthink. Just live the moment, Seetha. I encouraged myself and asked,

"Oh, wow! Continental chef'aah neenga?"

(Oh, wow! Are you a continental chef?)

I asked.

"Phone vakiren"

(I'm ending the call.)

His reply made me pout and go silent, waiting for him to end the call abruptly. But then I heard another voice saying,

"Hello"

I gasped, sat straight, crossing my stretched legs, wondering who it could be, and I gulped, fearing it might be his father-my future father-in-law?

Romba mukkiyam.

"Hello, Seetha"

He knows my name? I gulped again and replied,

"Hello"

"Naan yaar'nu theriyudhaa ma?"

(Do you know who I am?)

The voice asked me, and I gulped hard.

Achacho, I've really gotten myself caught.

"Hello?"

"Haan. I'm.. I'm Sorry. Therilaye. Naan doubt kekka dha koopten sir'ku"

(I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know who you are. I called the professor just to ask my doubt)

I hurriedly clarified, then heard a chuckle from my professor, which made me glare at the wall of my room.

"Seri Seetha. Avan veg augratin cook pandraan. Naan mutton biriyani pandren. Enakku pasikudhu apro pesikiriyaa avankooda?"

(Alright, Seetha. He's cooking a veg au gratin now. I'm making mutton biryani and I'm already hungry. Could you please speak with him afterwards?)

Acho.

Aana indha "avan" engayo ketta kural maadhiriye irukke.

(But this 'he' sounds like a voice I've heard somewhere before)

I thought. But,

"Hello, Seetha?"

"Sorry sorry. Theriyaama panneeten"

(I did it by mistake.)

I abruptly ended the call, hurriedly hit my forehead, and bit my lips, wondering who it could be. But, the voice sounded familiar, like one I had heard repeatedly.

Just then, I received a message from Kamali saying,

"I have finished the Objective and Problem Statement parts."

Has she really done these just two things in an hour? I wondered. But, just then I remembered that, I hadn't even completed a single slide yet.

I sighed, called Kamali, and within another half hour, we finished the PPT. Kamali sent it to the group, but Aayush sir only viewed it without reacting, unlike how he did with Meghna's team. I twisted my lips in disappointment.

After speaking with Kamali for another five minutes, she insisted that I want to ask for permission to go to the library with her. I agreed, took my phone, went downstairs, and smiled at my parents who were in the dining area.

"Naane koopdalaam nu irundhen. Vaa.."

(I was thinking of calling you. Come..)

Amma said. I nodded with a slight nervous smile, sat beside her opposite my father, and lowered my head to the plate served with dosa and coconut chutney.

During the silent dinner, I cleared my throat, and Appa looked at me, followed by Amma.

"Enna da?"

(What?)

Appa asked me. I gulped and said,

"Appa. Naan unga kitta onnu kekkanu"

(Appa, I need to ask you something)

I was completely sure he could see my nervousness, which was evident on my face like a mirror.

"Sollu, Seetha"

(Tell me, Seetha)

"Adhu vandhu appa.. nekku next month start'le final exams start aaradhu"

(That's, Appa... My final exams are starting next month.)

"Ohh"

"Final exams oda subjects ellaame elective papers'ndradhu naala enga college'le irukka library'e andha books laa kedaikka maatendardhu"

(Since all the subjects for the final exams are elective papers, the library at our college doesn't have those books available.)

Appa just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I gulped and went on,

"Adhaa.. Kamali hostel kitta irukka library'ku poi books eduthuttu vartumaa nu unga kitta kekalaa nu.."

(So... I wanted to ask if Kamali and I could go to the library near her hostel to get the books.)

Appa swallowed a few morsels of dosa, and I looked at my mother, who glanced back at me and shook her head. I sighed.

"Appa, I.."

"Yeppo poringa?"

(When are you going?)

He asked me. I smiled and said,

"Nalaiku pa. Nalaiku college mudunju vandhadhum. Naan apdiye Kamali hostel poitu angerndhu kelambeervo pa naanga"

(Tomorrow, pa. After college finishes, I'll go straight to Kamali's hostel, and from there, we'll go to the library, pa.)

I explained.

"Ohh. Seri poitu vaa. Aana yethana manikku return?"

(Oh, okay. You can go. But what time will you return?)

"7 manikulla aathukku vandhiduven pa"

(I'll be back by around 7, pa)

I replied, but he took a deep breath and looked at me with a smile.

"Seetha. Nee namma aathukku college le irundhu varadhukke 6 mani aayidudhu. Apro nee kelambardhukku oru twenty minutes, Kamali hostel ku poga ten minutes, neenga angerndhu church ku poi valipaadu panneetu library ku poga 6.50. Anga poi books ellaam thedi eduthu Kamali oda hostel ku varadhukke 7.30 kitta aayidum. Nee aathukku vara appo 8 mani. Namma aathula apdi varalaamo?"

(Seetha, it takes you until 6 o'clock to get back home from college. So, if you leave at 6, you'll need about twenty minutes to get ready, ten minutes to get to Kamali's hostel, and by the time you get to the library, it will be around 6:50 after the prayer at the church. If you get all the books you want and return to Kamali's hostel, it will be around 7:30. You'll only get home around 8. Will that work for us?)

I gulped, staring at him.

"Unna dha Seetha"

(I'm asking you, Seetha)

I shook my head slowly at him. He smiled, washed his hands at the plate, and stood up from his place.

"Appa kitta sollu, appa enna book naalum nokku vaangeetu varen. Nee poga venaa seriyaa?"

(Ask me. I'll bring the book for you. You don't need to go. Okay?)

He came over and gently caressed my hair. I looked up at him and nodded.

"Se..seri pa"

(O..okay, pa)

He smiled, patted my head, and then went into his room.

"Yen di nokku un appa ve pathi theriyaadhaa? Kaalaama'eh veliya anuppa maataaru, idhula nokku night neram vera ponumaa? pesaama saaptu poi paduthu thoongu po"

(Don't you know about your father? He doesn't let you go out even in the morning. Now you want to go out at night? Just finish your dinner quietly and go to sleep.)

She also went into the kitchen, taking hers and my father's plates from the dining table, leaving me alone. I glanced at my phone, which was chiming with notifications. I unlocked it and checked the unofficial student group to see,

Guys this sem IV(trip) is planned on November 29th - December 1st (3 days)

Places:-

Coorg

Chikmangalur

Goa

My eyes filled with tears as I saw my every semester's longings.

Then another message appeared with a poll asking,

The IV interested students:

Yes

No

I clicked on 'no,' locked my phone, stood up, placed my plate on the kitchen counter, washed my hands, and headed to my room quickly.

Then, I plopped onto my bed on my stomach and let the silent tears flow.

Why? Why can't my father let me enjoy my life?

He can't understand my longing to enjoy experiences like my classmates who prepare themselves excitedly for the Industrial Visit(IV) trips. I am left alone in the class, watching them prepare and discuss their plans while I stay silent. Kamali will also leave me behind because I'll insist that I'm okay.

But deep down, I also have feelings and a strong desire to enjoy the trip with everyone.

No one will understand my feelings.

No one.

I stared at my room's ceiling for more than an hour before falling asleep, as my mom came in and consoled me, saying I could go anywhere with my husband after I got married.

I agreed in front of her but just then, I chuckled bitterly as she, too, doesn't understand my current state of mind.

The only thing I remembered before falling asleep was, me consoling myself, thinking, 'Your college life has been, is, and will be limited to the joys within the campus, Seetha. Just sleep and stop worrying about these useless thoughts.'

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TBC...

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