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Everything was going smoothly during the phone conversation, but when she made her first confession, I was so taken aback that I accidentally dropped the pan with butter on the floor. On her next confession, I cleverly disconnected the call.

But on the third call, Elango tricked her, and I quietly gasped when she said that she didn't know it was Elango speaking with her. Elango and I couldn't help but laugh at how quickly she hurried to disconnect the call. We then enjoyed our dinner on my room's balcony, and Elango later left with the veg au gratin I had prepared, planning to give it to his parents and his little sister, who's currently doing her 12th grade.

After that, I spoke with my amma about everything that happened today, and I knew she must be happy to see my smile, which made me happy too. I fell asleep with the image of my mother's warm smile in my mind.

But the image gradually shifted to a scene of myself, crying in the center of a small hut engulfed in flames. I tried to call out for my mom and dad, but no one was around. And I screamed at the top of my lungs, panicked. Suddenly, someone grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. I clung to the person's neck, only to realize it was my mom—but she was crying too.

"Amma"

"Poyirulaam kanna. Poyirulaam. Bayapadaadha thango. Ennangaaa.."

(It's okay, dear. It's okay. Don't be afraid, my child.)

She hugged my head to her shoulder and called for my father, but he didn't come.

"Amma"

I kept uttering that one word as I watched the hut engulfed in flames, completely. I clung tightly to my amma's neck when she loosened her hold, but despite my cries, she carefully separated me and handed me to someone else. And I screamed in terror as I saw the edge of her saree catch fire.

"Ammaaa.."

I turned toward the person holding me and saw my father.

"Appa.. amma pa, amma pa"

But he smirked and placed me on the slab of the water tank before quickly hurrying away, leaving me alone.

I cried out for my mother and turned to see the tank filled with water. I tried to reach for the plastic mug at the far end to get some water and pour it on the fire to save my mother, but I lost my balance and fell into the tank, sinking beneath the surface.

As I struggled for air, I saw my mother's face appear in the water, her arms wide open, only for me and a smile on her lips. I tried to move towards her, but she began to fade away. And she left.

She left me. 

She disappeared. Amma.

"Ammaaaaa"

With my chest heaving and tears streaming down my face, I looked around and realized I was in my room. My mother's photo was on the wall, but she was no longer beside me. This realization caused me to scream, covering my ears, before I rushed to the terrace. There, I looked up at the sky, which seemed to weep along with me.

This was one of the dreams I've had since my mother's death. I knew that these dreams weren't a true representation of how she died, but it still hurt to see them.

However, I know she died because of my father, these dreams portray her death from different angles, always showing my father as the killer and him as a stone-hearted in these dreams makes me clench my fists and weep silently with my eyes squeezed shut. 

Even now, the letters that detailed my mother's suffering with her husband, which I read in 6th grade, still leave me speechless. Those letters were the main reason for my anger towards my father. The pain my mother endured was something no other woman should ever have had to experience in her lifetime.

She would have still been alive with me. I miss you, Amma. I'm sorry ma, I couldn't save you. I don't know how that man tortured you so cruelly.

"Valichirukkum'le ma unakku?"

(You must have experienced more pain, amma, didn't you?)

I asked, gazing at the sky, which seemed to weep with me, reflecting the pain my amma endured because of that man. But I couldn't save her.

I... I am sorry, ma. I'm sorry.

The next day, feeling a tap on my shoulder, I opened my heavy eyes and came to face the murderer.

"Enna Aayush inga paduthirukka?"

(Why are you sleeping here, Aayush?)

He asked me. I glared at him, shrugged off his hand from my shoulder, and stood up from the floor.

"Ungalukku laa asingamaa've illayaa?"

(Don't you have any shame?)

He gulped and tried to move toward me, but I backed off immediately.

"Aayush kanna"

(Dear)

"En pera soldradhukku kooda ungalukku arugadhai illa. En amma've kaapaatha kooda mudiyala le? Epdilaa avangala kashta paduthirukka'le nee?"

(You don't have any rights to say my name.Can't you even protect my mother? How could you have made her suffer so much?)

I asked him fiercely.

"Aayush. Adhu un amma edutha mudivu, Aayush"

(Aayush. That was your mother's decision, Aayush.)

"Enna? Enna mudivu? Aahn? Summa en amma ve edhaadhu solleetu irundhanaa naan manushnaa irukka maaten. Chi. Kalyanam panna ponna avlo cheap aah torture panneetu, ippo onnume theriyaadha maadhiri en munnaadi nikka ungalukku epdi manasu varudhu? aahn?"

(What? What decision? Huh? If you say anything about my mother, I won't be a good person anymore. Ugh. How could you have the nerve to stand in front of me now, after torturing the woman you married so cheaply? How could you even show your face to me?)

I yelled at him, my face filled with disgust, while he lowered his gaze to the floor, unable to respond.

Yeah, how could he argue back with me when what I said was entirely true?

"AAYUSH"

I glared at him, even though I could hear Elango's voice.

"Poyirunga apdiye. En amma mela unmaiyaana paasam vachirundhanaa, apdiye avanga koodaye poyirukka vendiyadhu dhane? en munnaadi irundhu yen'yaa en uyira vaangura? un moonja paaka kooda enakkulaa aruvaruppaa irukku. cheyy"

(Just leave. If you had genuine love for my mother, you should have left with her without torturing me like this. Even looking at your face makes me sick. Just leave)

Elango approached me, hit me on the shoulder, and grabbed my wrist to pull me away.

I allowed him to drag me while I glared at the old man, who was shedding fake tears.

Once Elango had dragged me into my room,

"Unakenna paithiyamaa da? Appa'te epdi pesanu nu theriyaadhu? Unakkaaga dha da andha manushan ivlo varshamaa avaru uyire kaila puduchu vachuttu irukkaaru. Avara poi apdi pesura? Neeyellaa manushanaa Aayush?"

(Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how to speak to your father? For your sake, that man has held onto his life for so many years. And you're speaking like this to him? Are you even human, Aayush?)

He yelled at me, but I stood there, staring at the floor, my chest still heaving with anger.

"Appa'vaa kooda venaa. Oru manushanaa vaadhu avarukku mariyaadha kudu Aayush. Paavam da avaru. Unkitta nadandhadha sollavum mudiyaama sollaama irukkavum mudiyaama konja konjamaa ulla chithravadhaya anubavichuttu irukkaaru nu enakku puriyudhu da, aana unakku yen adhu puriya maatengudhu? Nee dha avarkooda pesa venaa nu mudivu panneeta le? Appo apidye iru. Ipdi marubadiyum marubadiyum pesi avara innum kavalaiku aalaakadha da Aayush. Please da"

(Even if he's not your father, show him some respect as a human being. He has endured so much quietly and without complaint. I understand he has experienced some things, but why can't you? Haven't you decided not to talk to him? Then just stay silent. Don't keep arguing and causing trouble for him, Aayush. Please.)

But still, my fists were clenched in anger as I visualized my mother's suffering through the letters she had written. He was the stone-hearted person I had ever seen. But Elango didn't understand this; I had experienced it verbally, not him. 

Not anyone.

"Just understand this one thing; no one can torture the love of their life the way you think. I trust him. Enough of these all. Now, Get ready and come soon"

He said and left the room.

I clenched my fists more, grabbed the AC remote from the table, and threw it on the floor in a fit of rage. I stared at the broken pieces, which mirrored the shattered state of my heart.

An hour later, I was sitting in my cabin chair, staring at the laptop screen that was updating while my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother. But, I was startled by a sudden tap on the window. 

Turning my head, I saw Seetha outside, tapping on the window with her palm and saying something with a huge smile. I sighed and opened the window.

"Good morning"

She greeted me, grinning.

"Morning"

I said, then averted my gaze back to the laptop screen.

"Good'eh engayaadhu vithutinglaa?"

(Have you sold that 'good' somewhere?)

She asked teasingly, but I gave her a slight smile.

"PPT send panneetinglaa?"

(Did you send the PPT?)

I asked her.

"Oh yes. Neenga kooda paathuttu reply'eh illaye"

(Oh yes. You didn't even reply after looking at it.)

She seemed worried.

"Oh, naan gavanikala"

(Oh, I didn't notice.)

"Seri, yen oru maadhiri irukkinga? Are you okay?"

(Alright, why are you sad? Are you okay?)

She asked with a concern which seems genuine, making me smile instantly.

"I'm okay ma. Yaaraadhu paaka poraanga nee po class ku"

(I'm okay, ma. Someone might come. Go to your class.)

I said hurriedly, feeling the need to share things with someone. But it shouldn't be her, as it might give her false hope.

"Naan chumma enga 12th batch yeppo koopduvinga nu kekka dha professor vandhen. No one can say anything if I talk to my project guide."

(I just came to ask when you'll call our 12th batch, professor. No one can say anything if I talk to my project guide.)

She shrugged her shoulders casually, as if she were the boss of the college. I smiled.

"Yeppo venaalum koopdalaam. Naan soldren"

(We can call you anytime. I'll let you know.)

I replied, and she smiled, bobbing her head. She looked to her right, tucking her curls behind her ear, glanced somewhere, and then back at me.

"Okay. Saaptinglaa?"

(Okay. Had your food?)

She asked me, pressing her fingers on the window sill.

"Mch, Seetha. Someone might see. Go to your class"

I glared at her, and she sulked.

"Okay poren. Aana naan epdi irukken nu sollunga"

(Okay, I'm going. But tell me how I look.)

I looked at her, frowning, as she grinned and pointed to herself with her hands.

"Idhu pudhu dress nethu dha alter pannen. Nallaarkenaa?"

(This is a new dress I altered yesterday. Does it look good on me?)

I rolled my eyes at her grinning face.

"Please leave, Seetha. I have a headache."

I sighed.

"Achacho, tablet pottinglaa?"

(Achacho, had your tablets?)

She asked, but I shook my head.

"Illa, nee kelambu"

(No, you go)

I tried to close the window, but,

"Irunga irunga"

(Wait wait)

She stopped me. I sighed.

"Ippo enna?"

(What now?)

"Wait. I have something for you"

She grinned, removed her bag strap from her left shoulder, pulled the bag to the front, unzipped it, took out something, but then placed it back inside with a puzzled expression.

"What?"

I asked, noticing her expression.

"Wait naan ulla vandhu tharen"

(Wait, I'll come inside and give it to you.)

She left. I groaned, locked the window, and saw her enter my cabin.

"Sweet lover'aah illa spice lover'aah neenga?"

(Are you a sweet lover or a spice lover?)

She asked after removing her bag and placing it on my table.

"Yedhuku uakku?"

(Why is it for you?)

"Ada sollunga sirrr"

(Just tell me, sirrrr)

She implored and I said,

"Sweet"

She grinned widely and lifted her hand in the air, palm facing towards me.

"Adi adi adi"

(Come on)

I looked at her with furrowed brows, even though my hand was lifted by default, and she tapped my palm with force, saying,

"Enakkum sweet dha pudikkum"

(I too like sweets.)

"Shhh"

I hissed at her force, waved my palm in the air with a slight smile. And she turned concerned upon hearing my hiss.

"Achacho, valichiruchaa?"

(Achacho, did it hurt?)

I shook my head while she smiled, took something from her bag, and placed it on the table.

"Enna idhu?"

(What's this?)

I asked, but she looked outside the cabin.

"Aiyo neenga seekro idha eduthu unga bag kulla vaingo"

(Aiyo, take this and put it in your bag soon.)

She hurried me, and I took the item in my hand but asked,

"First enna nu sollu"

(First, tell me what it is.)

"Mch, neenga vaingalen, Vinitha mam varaanga edhaadhu keppaanga.. ulla vainga seekro"

(Mch, Just keep it inside. Vinitha mam is coming; she might ask something. Put it inside quickly.)

I sighed at her hurriedness without even answering my question and placed the item, wrapped in white paper, inside my bag.

She grinned at me.

"Apromel, yaaru illaadhabodhu eduthu paarunga enna nu. Ippo naan kelamburen. Bye"

(Later, when no one's around, see what it is. I'm leaving now. Bye.)

She turned to leave but stopped and turned back towards me again.

"Thailam irundhaa podungo, illanaa tablet podungo. Thala vali apdiye seriyaa poidum nu vida koodaadhu. Okay?"

(If you have any oil, apply it, or else take a tablet. Don't let your headache linger. Okay?)

I raised my brows.

"Okay aah?"

She asked again, and I nodded slowly without any option, maintaining eye contact with her. 

She smiled in response and said,

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Bye. I love you, professor."

She then sprinted off before I could shout at her.

"Rowdy"

I mumbled, glanced at the closed cabin door, and looked around to see no one else except Elango, who was attending a seminar session through his laptop for another college as a guest.

I took my bag, placed the thing Seetha gave me on my lap, and opened it slowly to avoid making any noise. Inside, I found a Cadbury Gems wrapper and a ten-rupee Dairy Milk chocolate. I chuckled.

Then, when I picked up the Dairy Milk, I noticed something written on the paper beneath it.

"Sorry, professor, I couldn't buy you the Silk Dairy Milk or something more expensive. This is all I could manage from my savings. Next time, I'll get something better. I love you"

And beside those last three words, there was a heart drawn in purple.

I smiled, shook my head, and placed the first gift I had ever received from someone back into my bag. After zipping it up, I unlocked my laptop and began preparing the mark-entry Excel sheet for the third review, feeling refreshed both in mind and heart.

Then, after ten in the morning, Elango arrived and asked if we could start the review. I agreed and sent a message in the official group saying,

"The teams under me and Elangovan sir, please come for the review at the fourth floor lab ASAP"

Then, we headed to the fourth floor and waited for the teams, attending our respective seminars on our laptops.

Soon, one of the teams arrived, and we completed their review, providing feedback and corrections. Then, we instructed them to call all the teams under our review within the next five minutes.

"Ellaarayume'vaa sir?"

(Everyone, sir?)

One of the girls in the team asked us.

"Yes. Ellaarayume onnaa vara sollunga"

(Yes. Tell everyone to come)

Elango replied to her. They agreed, thanked us, and left the lab.

After ten more minutes, each team arrived one by one. I noticed Seetha among them, grinning widely at me. I suppressed my smile and turned away.

"Kamali ingaye utkaarlaam"

(Kamali, we can sit rest here)

I heard her and sighed as she and Kamali took a seat in the first row of the first column near me, while Elango and I were in the middle column of the first row.

I shook my head and focused on the review, but her constant gaze on me made me sigh and scratch my brow with my finger.

"But it's already in use, right? Then how is your project unique compared to the current system?"

Elango asked the students their answers, but I turned to Seetha's side to see her looking at me with her elbow resting on the computer desk and her cheek balanced by her palm. 

I thought she would look away when I met her gaze, but she maintained eye contact without any hesitation and raised her brows. I shook my head with a sigh, decided to ignore her, and focused on the students for the review.

When the team finished, Elango leaned towards me and asked,

"Romba sight adikudhu polaye? next avangalaye kooptrulaamaa?"

(Isn't she staring a lot? Should we call her team next?)

"Dhayavu senju koopdu da"

(Please, do it)

I hissed at him, and he chuckled before calling Seetha's team for the next review.

They set up their PPT on the device, and it was projected onto the screen.

"Go ahead" 

Elango said to them.

Pooja stepped forward to begin, and I glanced at Seetha, wondering why she wasn't taking the lead. It would have been good practice for her to speak with confidence. Instead, she was busy changing the slides while Kamali and Kalai answered the questions.

We asked them a few more questions, and when it came to the coding and output sections, Seetha provided clear explanations. I smiled, noting that there were no further questions to ask them because their presentation was perfect.

As she mentioned during the phone call yesterday, I'm truly astonished.

"Go with this same method. It's so good" 

Elango appreciated them.

"Thank you, sir" 

They chorused.

Oh, I have to say something now.

"So, who took the plan of quarantining the files without using sandbox?"

I asked, even though I knew it would be her.

"Seetha, sir" 

Kalai replied.

I looked at her and asked, 

"Oh. Where did you find this?"

"ChatGPT and Google, sir" 

She replied with a professional tone.

"Good. It's impressive."

"Thank you, sir" 

She responded with a wide smile.

I smiled back, then focused on signing their review forms and marking their scores and gave it to Kamali. As they were about to return to their seats, Elango stopped them, saying,

"Ma, you all may go. Unga guide kitta review form marakkaama kuduthrunga"

(Ma, you all may go. Please ensure to submit the review form to your guide without missing it.)

"Aayush sir dha sir enga guide"

(Aayush sir is our guide, sir.)

Kalai said.

"Appo ippove kuduthuttu poyirunga. Vaangi vachirunga sir. They might leave the college soon, today"

(Then you should have given it to him right away. Collect it now itself, sir. They might leave the college soon, today)

Elango said, and I nodded, looking at Kamali, who had the form. Kamali nudged Seetha, who then stepped forward to hand it to me while maintaining eye contact. I took the form with a straight face, nodded in acknowledgment, and watched as they left the lab quietly, except for Seetha, who glanced back at me before leaving.

I smiled, taking a deep breath. The thought of expecting her to glance back at me when she left with her teammates the previous week after discussing their project for the first time with me had come true. And strangely, I found myself smiling more today because of her.

It was the first expectation I had that actually worked with her.

So, do all expectations really not lead to disappointment?

For the first time in my life, I wondered.

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TBC..

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You might be wondering if his mother died in the fire accident. No, that's not true. The dream he had was a result of his overthinking and the anger he felt towards his father. The true incident will be revealed as the story progresses ❤

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