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When they both left, I hurried into the house, quickly moving towards the kitchen behind my amma. But I froze in my tracks when I heard my father's rough voice call out from the living room,

"Seetha."

I swallowed hard and turned to face my appa.

"Appa"

"Yedhukku college'le laa poi aludhundu irukka?"

(Why are you crying at your college?)

He asked, his face etched with disbelief, making my palms go wet with fear.

"Appa illa pa naan.."

(Appa, No.. I..)

"Kaalam kettu kedakku nu dhane Seetha pothi pothi valakuro? Un appa've paathaa aaro yedhiri maadhiri theriyardhaa ma nokku?"

(Isn't it because the world outside is tough, Seetha, that we protect you with such care and safety? Does your appa seem like an enemy to you?)

His voice faltered, causing me to rush towards him and wrap him in a tight embrace.

"Apdilaa illa pa. Neenga soldradhu enakkaaga dha nu nekku theriyum, pa. Adhaa pa naan onnum solla maaten. Kovam vandhaalum yedho oru nalladhukkaaga dha neenga soldringa nu nenachukuven. Aana ellaarum trip ku kelambumbodhu nekku romba kashtamaa irukkum pa. Enga polaam, epdi reels panlaam, epdi photos edukalaam'laa pesumbodhu nekku alugayaa varum. Professors edhaadhu ungala solleerndhaa manichirunga pa"

(There's notthing like that, pa. I understand that you say things for my sake, which is why I don't argue. Even if I get upset, I believe you're doing it for a good reason. But when everyone goes out on a trip, it's really hard for me. When they talk about making reels or taking photos, it feels overwhelming. If my professors said anything to you, I'm truly sorry.)

I cried against his chest. Appa tightened his embrace around me and gently stroked my hair for a minute before pulling me back from the hug and cupping my face in his hands. I looked at him with hiccups.

"Avaa yedhuvum chollala. En pulla kavala padudhu nu dha sonnaa. Nee poitu vaa"

(They didn't say anything. They only mentioned that my child is worried. You go on.)

He said, and I gasped in shock.

"Appa"

He smiled and wiped my tears away with his thumb before saying,

"Trip ku poitu vaa ma. Moonu naal dhane? aana gavanamaa irukkanum"

(Go on the trip. It's only for three days, but you need to be careful.)

"Paa"

I hugged him again, shedding tears of happiness.

I couldn't hold back the emotions.

I couldn't grasp what was happening around me.

I couldn't believe that my father agreed to let me go on the trip with my friends and my professor.

My professor. He made this happen. He took this decision for me.

I love you, Mr. Aayush Kumar.

I tightened my hug around my father, letting out a chuckle amidst my happy tears.

Amma gently caressed my head from behind. After soaking in their warmth and comforting words, I rushed to my room and began packing my clothes for my first trip with my friends and Aayush sir.

After charging my phone, I unplugged it, double-checked my packing, and hurried to college to catch the bus. I was running twenty minutes late because my amma had gone to the temple to pray for my safe journey. 

At the college, Aayush sir was literally rooted to the spot in shock when he saw me. I smiled at him, though not too widely.

And when my appa and Aayush sir hugged each other, Kamali started teasing me, murmuring something in my ear, but it all faded into the background as I was overwhelmed by the moment.

After saying bye to them, I got on the bus and grinned at my classmates, who welcomed me with a huge surprise. Aayush sir then joined in, dancing with them. I stood behind him, admiring his moves, balancing myself with my hands on the seats.

His ruffled hair danced along with him, and his red tee clung to his body, highlighting his toned muscles and arms.

Gym body !

When he finally sat down, I leaned over and murmured to Kamali,

"Thanks solleetu vandhudren. Yaaraadhu kaettaa nekku kaal vali nu cholleeru"

(I'll go thank him. If anyone asks, just say I have leg pain.)

She agreed with a teasing look, and I took a seat in the same row as him.

Glancing at him, I typed a thank-you message and sent it to him.

After some casual chatting, I asked him how he managed to convince my parents, and he replied with a voice message.

With a wide smile, I took out my Airpods and plugged them into my ears, eager to hear his voice through the voice-message for the first time.

My professor: "Adhuvandhu enna naaa.. first naanga sonnom, like nee romba aasa padra, aana avangalukkaaga dha ellaam vittutu irukka nu. Apro, they weren't convinced still. So, Elango tried to make them reconsider and unga amma uhm support pannaanga. Apro appa dha naan venum ne sollala thambi, veli ulagathula enna nadakudhu nu ungalukke theriyum. Ponnungala thaniyaa anuppardhukke bayama irukku, idhula moonu naal'naa epdi nu kettaaru. Apro naan, unna paathukuren nu sonnen"

(So, what happened was... first, we explained that you really wanted to go, but you gave it up for their sake. Still, they weren't convinced. So, Elango tried to make them reconsider, and your amma supported you. But then your appa said, 'I want to send her, but you know how things are in the world. It's scary to send girls alone, and for three days, how will it work?' So, I told him, 'I'm going on the trip too, and I'll take care of her.')

I smiled.

How sweet uh !

My professor: "Nothing will happen to you. Naraya peru varaanga. Pasanga irukkaanga avangalum edhaadhu onnu'naa kandippa varuvaanga, ponnungalum avala thaniyaa vida maataanga. Naanga ellaarume saendhu paathukuro nu I promised him"

(Nothing will happen to you. A lot of people are coming. The boys will definitely step in if something happens, and the girls won't leave her alone either. And I also promised him that we'll all look after you.)

I felt overwhelmed by this simple gesture. Even though it's his duty as a professor, 

Him, doing this for me feels so special and close to my heart.

Love pandren, pa. I can't control my own mind and heart because, from the day I fell in love with him, both have become his. 

(I'm in love)

They don't even listen to me anymore. Huh.

I thought to myself and continued listening to his voice message.

My professor: "Then, avanga yosichaanga. Apro unga amma naan pesuren pa nu sonnaanga. Avlodha, naanga kelambeeto. And now, you're here"

(Then, they thought about it. Your mom said she would talk to your father. So, we left after that. And now, you're here.)

His warm voice grew deeper towards the end of his message, making butterflies flutter happily throughout the bus. I blushed, thinking, isn't he a charming gentleman? 

Because, he didn't make my parents uncomfortable. He expressed my wish, asked for their perspective, aligned with their thoughts, and left them to make their own decision without pushing them to change it.

Such a sweet person.

Avanga amma avara nannaa valathirukkaa.

(Her mother has raised him well.)

I took away the evil eyes for his mom in my mind quickly.

And yes, as he said, I'm here because of him. This realization made my eyes well up with tears of happiness, and I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, turning towards the window.

But then, my mobile chimed with a notification from him,

My professor: "Hey, ennaachu?"

(Hey, what happened?)

Don't be this good to me, professor.

My professor: "I just helped you, Seetha"

Another one. 

My professor: "There's no need for you to cry here"

Another sweet message.

I chuckled and replied,

"But it's so special to me, sir. No one has taken this step in the past three years of trips."

"Charan solli neenga senjirundhaalum. You know.."

(Even if you did it just because Charan asked you to. You know...)

Seetha became speechless.

"It's so special to me"

I finished. Feeling completely in love with him.

Yaaraadhu sollungolen avaakitta.

(Someone should tell him this.)

My professor: "Hope kudukuranaa?"

(Am I giving you any hope?)

I sighed.

What is he? A kid?

"Chinna paiyan maadhiri behave pannaadhinga. Gem neenga"

(Don't act like a kid. You're a gem.)

I replied.

My professor: "Seri"

"Thank you"

I thanked him again.

My professor: "You're welcome"

He replied.

I want to hug you, professor.

But I know you won't let me.

"Invisible aagi vartumaa anga?"

(Shall I come there becoming invisible?)

I asked him, teasingly.

My professor: "Adi vaanguriyaa enkitta?"

(Need a smack from me?)

I chuckled, at his reply.

"Adichukonga"

(Go ahead, smack me)

And after a few seconds, I received a reply,

My professor: "Kamali irukkaa paathruvaa"

(Kamali will catch you)

I was surprised. What a changeover !

"Naan varen. Yaarum kandukka maataanga"

(I'll come. No one will notice.)

My professor: "Hey, summa sonnen. Just go and enjoy. Po"

(Hey, I was just kidding. Just go and enjoy. Go)

I pouted.

"Seri"

(Okay)

I replied, but I didn't have the heart to get up from my seat or stop chatting with him.

My professor: "Po, ma"

(Go, ma)

"Poren, professor"

(Yeah yeah. I'm going, professor)

If I didn't get up now, he'd probably be like a grumpy kid. Plus, he took the awkward step of convincing my parents for this trip. I don't want this trip to be spoiled. I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest.

I locked my phone, placed it on the seat, and stood up, giving him a smile.

He smiled back, and I leaned against his seat to dance with my friends.

He was behind me, which made me do some decent dance moves.

Love pandra paiyan munnaadi adakka odukkamaa aadu, Seetha.

(Dance smoothly in front of the man you love, Seetha.)

I said to myself.

But I won't complain; he's like a Picasso when it comes to choosing item songs.

I looked around at my friends who were busy dancing to "My Name Is Sheela" So, I leaned back and turned towards him, saying,

"Item songs'laa nannaa theriyumo?"

(Do you know a lot about item songs?)

I teased him.

"Poi aadu po"

(Just go and dance.)

He hissed at me. I chuckled and straightened up.

Gradually, one by one, everyone took their seats, looking tired, and I noticed Kamali giving me a pleading look.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back before sitting beside him, with the armrest between us.

"Hello"

I greeted him. He turned towards me in shock, and I grinned.

"Paaka poraanga, Seetha"

(Someone might see, Seetha)

"Paathaa enna? Neenga en professor dhane? Onnum solla maataanga. I'm tired. Konja karuna kaatunga, sirrr"

(What's the matter if they see? You're my professor, aren't you? They won't say anything. I'm tired. Show some mercy, sirrr.)

I blinked my eyes at him. He just shook his head and turned away. 

I grinned with satisfaction.

And when my eyes fell on his headphones,

"Neenga thaniyaa paatu kekuringlaa?"

(Are you listening to songs alone?)

I took the end of his earphones, which was resting on his chest over his tee, and plugged it into my ear. He turned towards me, and I frowned, hearing nothing.

"Enna onnume kekkala?"

(Why can't I hear anything?)

I asked him, lifting my lashes to look at him.

"Naan podave illa"

(I'm not playing any song.)

He said, looking into my eyes.

"Ada ponga pa. I'm very disappointed"

I huffed, turning front.

"Seri endhiruchu poi dance pannu"

(Alright, enough. Go dance)

He said. I exhaled a deep breath.

"Moochu muttudhu professoreyy, irunga konjo rest eduthukuren"

(Breathing trouble, professor. I'm going to rest for a bit now.)

I said, and he gave me a slight smile before turning away towards the window.

"Thank you"

I said again.

He turned towards me with a look of disbelief and said,

"Podhum. Romba periya vishyam'laa illa idhu"

(Enough. It's not a big deal.)

"Ungalukku illaama irukkalaam. Aana nekku idhu periya vishyam dha"

(It might not be a big deal to you, but to me, it is.)

I said with a smile while looking into his chocolate brown orbs. He looked at me for a moment before turning away.

"Seri edhaadhu pesunga"

(Alright, say something.)

I said, placing my left elbow on the armrest between us.

"Enna pesuradhu?"

(What to say?)

He asked, turning towards me.

I grinned, twisted my right leg under my thigh, and sat facing him.

"Edhaadhu pesunga. Illanaa kelunga"

(Say something or just ask me something)

I encouraged him.

He thought for a second and then asked a question that made me take a deep breath.

"Love'naa enna nu theriyumaa?"

(Do you know what love is?)

You !

But I didn't voice it out; it would sound too much like a movie dialogue or just plain cringey.

"Theriyum"

(I know)

I paused for a moment to take in his curious expression, then continued,

"Meaningful. Can only be felt and expressed with each other. And It's deeply personal, something that shouldn't be shared with anyone except the person we love."

I explained to him.

"Mmm."

He just hummed in response, removing his wired headphones from around his neck.

"And I felt it" 

I added, watching as he paused for a moment before resuming his work, placing the headphones on his lap, staying silent.

"You... you too" 

I stammered, bracing myself for the harsh reply I knew was coming.

"I am not" 

He snapped with a force that made me gulp. I quickly masked my emotions with a smile and said,

"Seri seri yen tension aaguringa cool"

I said sweetly, but he just turned away again.

Urru face !

(Arrogant)

I twisted my lips and looked around, leaning back from the seat. My classmates were speaking softly among themselves, a few were scrolling through their phones, and others were getting ready to sleep.

"Ellaarum thoonga start pantaanga polaye?"

(Looks like everyone has started to sleep)

I turned back to look at Aayush sir, who was leaning his head back on the seat and staring outside. My lips twisted up as I leaned my side face on the seat, staring at him closely while curling my fingers around the armrest.

His eyes, blinking amidst the breeze that caressed his face, his soft hair bouncing lightly, sharp nose, pressed pink lips, and perfect jaw—all of it made me blush. But, when my gaze inched towards a mole on his neck, I quickly closed my eyes when he turned towards me suddenly. Even though my eyes were shut, I knew he could see my eyelashes fluttering and my eyeballs rolling.

"Nadikaadha"

(Don't act)

He whispered. I smiled but kept my eyes closed, feeling his gaze on me, which made me blush. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet his gaze.

Then, the eye contact was intense and unspoken, but it broke when the bus suddenly braked. The force of the sudden stop pushed me forward, and I jerked in fear. 

But, my breath hitched as I felt his warm hand gently pressing against the side of my head, between the seat and my head. I looked up to see him, his face filled with concern, as he straightened up to check the driver's compartment over the seat in front of us.

"Paathu. Naan poi enna nu paathuttu varen"

(Careful. I'll go and see what's wrong)

I nodded, entranced by the proximity. He stood up, stepping carefully between the seat and my knees, adjusting the hem of his tee.

I grinned after he left and moved to the window seat where he had been, pulling up the armrests. I felt a lingering warmth as I sat there, closing my eyes and enjoying the breeze. But when I opened them again, I saw him still standing by the interior door, his head peeking outside as he spoke with the driver. I frowned, checked the time and messaged him,

"Evlo neram nippinga? It's been more than half an hour."

(How long are you going to stand there? It's been more than half an hour.)

I sent the message and watched as he took his phone from his back pocket, glanced at it, nodded to the driver, and then returned to the seat.

"Un seat ku polaa le?"

(Aren't you going back to your seat?)

He asked, sitting beside me and running his fingers through his already disheveled hair.

"Anga Charan irukkaan Kamali kooda"

(Charan and Kamali are over there.)

I replied, straightening myself before pushing the window wide open.

"Avanga friends dhane?"

(Are they just a friends?)

He asked me, and I smiled, turning towards him then I gathered my hair, draping it over my right shoulder, leaned back, and asked him with a mischievous grin as,

"Paathaa apdi irukkaa ungalukku?"

(Do they look like that to you?)

"Illa enkitta friends nu dha sonnaanga"

(No, they told me they're just friends.)

He said, averted his gaze from me and turned to face forward. I chuckled and added,

"Solluvaanga solluvaanga. Ellaarume apdidhane solleetu sutheetu irukkaanga?"

(They'll say that, they'll say that. But isn't that what everyone says while sneaking around?)

I asked him. He turned to me with raised eyebrows and asked,

"Yaaru?"

(Who)

"Yaaro"

(Someone)

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Seri, Pooja or Kalai yaarkoodayaadhu poi utkaarlaa'le appo?"

(Then why can't you go and sit with Kalai or Pooja?)

Uff.

What's his problem now? 

I'm just sitting here like a good girl, but he keeps asking me to go back to somewhere, as if I'm some kind of animal that's biting or hitting him.

"Avanga rendu perum dha saendhu utkaandhirukkaanga. Neenga venaa poi nekku seat enga irukku nu paathudu vaango, naan anga poi utkaandhukuren. Nekku therinju kadaisi seat dha irukku. Anga pasanga thanni adichuttu irukkaanga pogattumaa?"

(They're both sitting together. If you want, you can check if there's any seat left for me and let me know, and I'll go and sit there. I know there's only one seat left where the boys were drinking alcohol. Should I go there?)

I asked him, frustration evident in my voice. His eyes widened, and he responded,

"Thanni'aah?"

(Alcohol?)

My eyebrows raised on their own.

"Adengappa"

(Don't act)

I said in a teasing tone, and he sighed, turning away.

"Naan onnum apdi shock aagala. Inga yedhukku nu.."

(I'm not shocked by that at all. Why here though...)

He dragged his words, and I chuckled.

"Avanga thanni adichaalum onnum panna maataanga. Ungala maadhiri"

(Even if they drink, they don't cause any trouble. Like you.)

"Mm"

He hummed, rubbing his neck with his palm and then threading his fingers into his hair for the umpteenth time. It actually felt so hot to watch. I exhaled a deep breath and thought,

"Mmm.. yaarukku kuduthu vachirukko"

(Mmm... Who will be that lucky woman?)

But,

"Ennadhu?"

(What?)

Perumaaley !

(Oh, god) 

Did I say that out loud?

I gulped and gave him a nervous smile, shaking my head from side to side as I said,

"Naan onnum sollalaye"

(I didn't say anything)

He gave me a pointed look, then smiled, averted his gaze as he took his phone from his pocket, slightly leaning over my side before sitting up straight.

I'm here, and does his phone really need more attention than I do right now?

I glared at his phone, then smiled at my own silliness before asking him,

"Seri, edhaadhu pesunga"

(Alright, say something)

"Enna pesanu?"

(What should I say?)

He asked me, still focused on his phone screen.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I reminded myself that such is the nature of one-sided love. It's a challenge I've chosen to face, and I can't let it get to me.

I've already endured so much from him, and I'm willing to face even more during this trip and beyond. But no matter what, I shouldn't give up on him.

And even if I decide to let him go, my heart doesn't have the courage to leave him either. For forever. 

First, I want to uncover the long-held secrets and yearnings he's been keeping hidden in his heart, mind and his eyes.

"Edhaadhu... Like, unga family pathi sollunga"

(Say something... Like, say something about your family.)

I asked with a smile, trying to clarify my doubt, but his fading smile made me swallow nervously.

And he turned towards me, his eyes locking onto mine with intensity.

"Naan en seat'le utkaara mattum dha Seetha unna allow panneerken. Don't push your luck"

(I just allowed you to sit in my seat, Seetha. Don't push your luck.)

He warned me. I gulped, my eyes reflecting pure disappoinment.

"I'm sorry"

I muttered softly, almost in a whisper, and turned away to gaze out the window.

We remained silent for the next half hour.

"Amma illa"

(My mother is no more.)

I turned towards him, my chest started rising and falling as I processed the weight of his words. The statement seemed to have been torn from his throat with great difficulty.

I stayed silent, watching as his eyes stared blankly ahead, his head resting back against the seat.

"Appa pudikala"

(I don't like my dad)

I stared at him.

"Elango school padikkumbodhu'le irundhe en classmate. Avan veetukkum naan po maaten. But, avangalukku'laa enna pudikkum. Aanaalum naan po maaten. Yaarkoodayum attach aaga pudikaadhu. I don't want to be a burden for anyone"

(Elango has been my classmate since school. I never visit his house, even though his family likes me. I don't like getting attached to anyone. I don't want to be a burden for anyone)

His hands clenched into fists, and I noticed the tension in his neck, the veins in his arms standing out. I instinctively lifted my hand to comfort him but hesitated, lowering it back to my lap and clenching my palms instead.

Then, composing myself, I said softly as,

"Professor, it's okay. I was just asking. If you don't want to talk about it, let's leav.."

I froze mid-sentence, my mouth falling open in shock as he turned towards me, his eyes red and his face drained of color.

"Seetha, please. Don't love me. I can't endure losing anyone anymore."

He begged me. His vulnerable state made it hard for me to breathe.

Please god, let this be a nightmare. I can't sit here still by seeing him like this. I hate him. I hate everything.

His eyes were fixed on mine, and tears were pooled inside them.

No !

Taking a deep breath, I said slowly,

"Seri. Now, please. Setha amaidhi'aah irungo. Pesaadhinga yedhuvum"

(Alright. Now, please. Calm down a bit. Don't say anything.)

I just want to cup his face and tell him I'm here for him, but I can't. I'm afraid he might cry, and I don't want to see him like that. I just need him to be fierce, angry, and as bold as he always is, not like this. 

I'm not strong enough to see him like this.

I turned away as soon as my tears threatened to fall, looking outside until I felt his hand gently touch mine.

I looked at his eyes and his hand close to mine. I stared at his hand for a moment, then quickly withdrew mine with a visible shiver throughout my body and placed my fisted hands in my lap, overwhelmed by a feeling I couldn't understand.

Does he need my comfort, or is it something else?

What is that yearning in his eyes?

I don't know what made me do this, but I flinched when he stood up and walked away, leaving me alone, staring at the empty seat before me. I buried my face in my hands, elbows resting on my thighs.

Did I do something wrong?

I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry if I did anything wrong, professor. I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry.

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TBC..

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Middle : 😻

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I had a headache while typing the last part. Uff, so much emotions.

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