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The person who just stepped into your life is making every effort to bring you happiness. So, why can't you do the same, Aayush?

Since seventh grade, you've done everything on your own-cooking, playing, studying, speaking-keeping to yourself, living a life where your world was limited to your mother and your room. Everyone else was just a passing figure, nothing more.

So, why not give this new thing-one final chance? It might also turn out more beautiful than you ever imagined, don't you think?

A final chance to break free from your reserved self, a final chance to embrace a happy life, a final chance to see everything around you in a new and also a different light.

After much-needed relaxation, I rested my forehead on her shoulder. And for the next two hours, I lived a night with just her-beside me, in my mind, and deep within my heart. It felt as if she became one with every sense, every single cell of my body.

To reassure myself, I kept reminding myself that I was simply giving myself a chance. This wasn't love, or anything close-I didn't even know what love truly felt like. I was just allowing the changes around me to unfold, all because of one person, Seetha,

My student !

Even if it sounds forbidden, now, I'm ready to give it a try. Like I said before, it's just a chance-a final chance to change my perspective and breathe new life.

There were moments in those two hours when my mind urged me to keep some distance from her, to not always be so close. However, my heart opposed that. But that doesn't mean I'm taking advantage of her.

I just want to make both my mind and heart grasp the fact that she's right in front of me. This isn't some delusion-she's real and the love she shows is real.

And those eyes, dark and full, give me a genuine hope to lose myself in them completely.

Every time I got closer to her, I kept checking, over and over-taking in her warmth as much as I could. And somehow, it helped crack the walls around my stone heart.

That night, I couldn't sleep-not because of feelings of loneliness, rudeness, or tears for my mother, but because of the weight of responsibility, fear of commitments, and fear of trust.

The next morning, we left for Goa without having breakfast, as it was early when we boarded the bus. I asked the driver to stop at a roadside restaurant around 9 AM, but we ended up having breakfast at a highway dhaba by 10. Afterward, we boarded the bus again and continued on our way. The students were enjoying the melody songs, each seated in their own space.

I glanced around and noticed her sitting next to Aakash, both watching something on the mobile resting between their thighs. Their heads were only a few inches apart.

Frowning, I walked over, and stood behind their seat, leaning against her armrest and casually peering at the phone. But, I jolted slightly and turned when I heard someone clear their throat, only to see Charan.

I took a deep breath of relief while he said,

"Neenga ippo kooptaalum avangalukku kekkaadhu, sir. Rendu perum kdrama paathuttu irukkaanga"

(You can call them now, sir, but they won't hear you. Both of them are watching a kdrama)

I frowned and asked,

"Kdrama va? Apdinaa?"

(A kdrama? What does that mean?)

"Apdinaa vaa? Ipdiye poi avakittayum ketraadhinga sir"

(That means, huh? Don't go and ask her like this, sir)

My brows furrowed at his warning tone, and I crossed my arms over my chest before asking him.

"Enna seivaanga unga friend? Adichiruvaangalaa?"

(What will your friend do? Hit me?)

"Aludhuduvaa"

(She will end up crying)

He said with a giggle. I smiled and gave his shoulder a light tap.

"Summaa iraa. Ennadhu adhu? kdrama na?"

(Just stay quiet, man. What is that, a K-drama?)

I asked again.

"Adaaa, sir. Indha korea kaaranga'laa irukkaangale?"

(Oh, sir. Don't you know about these koreans?)

"Ohhh. Korean dramas'aah?"

(Ohh, is that a Korean dramas?)

And I finally got the point. Charan chuckled.

"Ungalukku appo theriyumaa?"

(Then you know that?)

"Deii social media'le dha illa. Aana news'laa padippen"

(Hey, I'm not on social media. But I've read about it in the news.)

"News padikira age'aah sir ungalukku? Enna sir neenga?"

(Have you gotten so old that you read the news? Why are you like this, sir?)

He laughed, throwing his head back. I sighed, grabbed the collar of his shirt from behind, and pulled him towards the seat in front of Seetha and Aakash. Then, pushing him into the window seat, I sat down beside him.

Then he asked why I wasn't on Instagram, and I replied that I had no interest in it. But he took my phone, installed the app, and signed in with my name 'Aayush Kumar'

He set my profile picture to a black and white close-up shot of me with my hand gripping my sunglasses. I'm wearing a long-sleeved shirt with visible buttons on the cuff and a bracelet around my wrist, only showing a portion of my back and the pants pocket. That photo was taken at one of Elango's friend's weddings.

"Naan ungalukku follow request kudukka poren"

(I'm going to give you a follow request)

He exclaimed that I'd gain more followers because I'm handsome, which would help him get more followers too. It was ridiculous. I sighed and stopped him before he could give the follow request.

"Charan iru"

(Wait)

I stopped him by pressing my hand on his shoulder.

"Yen sir?"

(Why sir?)

"Venaa Charan. Follow pannaadha"

(No Charan. Don't give the follow request to me)

"Sir, enna sir neenga?"

(Sir, but why?)

He whined at me. I sighed.

"Dei iru. Idhula'laa naan onnum paaka maaten da. Idhula nee follow panni, ellaarum enna follow panna'laa chance'eh illa. Follow pannaadha"

(Hey, wait. I don't pay attention to any of this. If you follow me, no one else will get a chance to follow you because I won't be active here. So don't follow)

"Sir unga handsome aana face ku naraya followers kedaippaanga sir"

(Sir, many followers will come for your handsome face, sir)

I got slightly irritated at his words.

"Venaadren le? Venaa vidu"

(I said don't. So, Leave it)

I told him sternly. His expression dropped, and he nodded quietly before taking his phone back from me. He connected it to the Bluetooth and began speaking to someone, possibly Kamali, judging by his hushed tone. .

I sighed, placed my hands behind my head, and leaned back, lost in thought about something which was engrossed in some fake dramas, now. Then, eventually, I fell asleep, as I hadn't slept the night before.

And, when I opened my eyes, my gaze fell on the side view of the person, and I found myself staring without realizing it. But, then startled, I quickly jerked away and sat up straight, cursing myself.

Stretching my limbs, I moved to the window seat, which Charan hadn't occupied, now. I don't know where he left. Then turning back, looking through the gap between the seats, I saw the students discussing plans to make some reels together.

I smiled and turned my head to face forward but stopped abruptly in the middle when another face appeared in front of me, smiling. My eyes were drawn to her deep black orbs, the small white-stoned bindi between her eyebrows, her pointed nose, and then to her...

"Hii"

I jerked upright at the sudden chirpiness and sat straight, sighing as I realized she was sitting beside me in the seat in front of everyone on the bus. Fearing the rumors that might start, I began to lash out at her.

Rumors are not something to encourage; they can make real people suffer immensely when the information is just speculative.

"Inga enna pandra? Endhiruchu po"

(What are you doing here? Just get up and leave)

She looked at me, bewildered and whispered,

"Appo unma dhaanaa?"

(Was it true, then?)

I narrowed my brows.

"Enna unma dhaanaa?"

(What?)

"Nethu thanni adichirundhinglaa?"

(Had you drunk alcohol yesterday?)

I gasped at her words.

"Yeii. Loosaa nee? Ellaarum irukkaanga, po ma nee"

(Hey, are you mad? Everyone is here, just leave, ma)

But she hit her forehead and exclaimed,

"Aiyoo ! Ellaarum irukkumbodhu dha Kamali uhm, Charan uhm hug panneetu irukkaanga. Anga paarunga"

(Aiyo ! While everyone is here, Charan and Kamali are hugging. Look over there)

She lifted her hand from the armrest between me and her to point in the direction where Kamali and Charan were hugging. I sighed, gently gripped her palm over the armrest, and glared at her.

"Mch. Avangalum, neeyum, naanum onnaa?"

(Seriously? Are they, you, and I all the same?)

She pouted her lips and asked,

"Pinna illayaa?"

(Then, it's a no?)

"Illa"

(No)

I clarified.

"Ohh. Seri appo yen nethu enkooda apdi avlo nannaa pesuningo?"

(Ohh. So why were you talking so sweetly to me yesterday?)

I sighed.

"Seetha. Nee enna kettaalum naan soldren first nee indha place vittu endhiri"

(Seetha, I will answer whatever you ask me. But for now, just leave this seat)

She stared at me and then grinned, asking,

"Enna kettaalum tharuvinglaa?"

(Will you give me whatever I ask?)

She was teasing me, so I gave her palm a firm squeeze, making her hiss, and then I said,

"Enna kettaalum soldren nu sonnen. Endhiruchu po"

(I said I will answer whatever you ask me. Now, just leave.)

I tilted my chin, trying to control my smile, while she looked at me calmly. So, there was only one way to make her agree.

"Please ma"

I whispered to her. She pressed her lips together, stood up silently, and I straightened up, leaning back against the seat in front of mine. She continued to look at me in a daze. I sighed, scrunching my face and eyebrows to ask what was wrong, but she just kept staring. I couldn't help but chuckle, I took out my phone and messaged her.

"Don't be so close when everyone is around me and you"

I sent the message before lifting my face to look at her and nodding toward her phone, which was in her hand. She frowned, checked her phone, and her frown deepened then, I received a message from her as like I had expected,

+91 9876543210: "Why?"

And wondered,

Did I already know her so well?

I bit my lower lip and then sent her a message,

"Summa. Naan sonnaa seiya maatiyaa?"

(Just so. If I say something, won't you do it?)

I sent the message before lifting my face and looking at her pouting lips. But, I turned my gaze back to my phone screen and saw 'typing...' beneath her number. Soon after, I received a message from her.

+91 9876543210 : "I will"

I smiled and thanked her before slipping my phone back into my blue jeans pocket. I then stood up and moved to stand beside her, feeling her gaze on me. As to divert myself, I was about to ask about their plans for the reels, a sudden gasp escaped everyone's lips as the bus came to an abrupt stop.

I balanced myself by gripping the seat in front of me with my left arm and steadied her by curling my other hand's fingers around her bicep, as there was wall between the passengers and the driver's seat in front of her. And another body crashed into me from behind. I turned to see Charan straightening up, then pulled Seetha to make her stand straight and raised my brows. She shook her head timidly, and I smiled and walked past her to check the cause of the sudden stop.

The driver apologized for the abrupt stop, informing me that we had arrived in Goa. He then asked which areas we wanted to visit. Charan and Yuvan soon joined me, and we shared our plans for the Goa trip with him. He directed us to Dona Paula Viewpoint, where we could enjoy panoramic views of the Arabian Sea, Mandovi River, and the surrounding coastline.

As we arrived at the viewpoint, students dispersed in groups, exploring the area. Rekha mam reminded them to return to the bus before evening, as we needed to head back to the beaches, Miramar and Baga.

The paths around Dona Paula Viewpoint were lined with handicraft and souvenir shops. Yuvan enthusiastically pulled me along to take photos, positioning me between him and Seetha.

No one seemed to remember that I was their professor. I sighed and walked with their group, ensuring the others were also supervised, as that was part of my responsibility. However, everyone was scattered in different groups. I shook my head and smiled at Aakash, who was choosing a handcrafted bracelet with the letter 'A' carved into it. But I stiffened slightly when I heard,

"Anna, how much are these jute-made bangles?"

"150 madom"

"150'aah? Rendu kaila moonu bangles 150'aah?"

(150? Three bangles for each hand for 150?)

She exclaimed. The shopkeeper frowned, unable to understand Tamil. I sighed as she continued to argue about how the price applied to six bangles. Meanwhile, the shopkeeper tried to explain that the bangles were heavily worked and handcrafted, which required a lot of effort, but she wasn't in the mood to listen.

"Bas kijiye bhaai. Seetha, these are handcrafted bangles, not just ordinary glass bangles. If you want to buy them, buy them. Otherwise, go to another shop and get something else. Don't bargain"

(Enough, brother)

She stared at me, twisted her lips, and then raised her hands with new bangles towards me.

"Nallaarkaa?"

(Is this good for me?)

Her gesture made me gasp and choke on my own saliva. I quickly turned to see Aakash talking to someone on his phone. Thank god. I sighed in relief, placed my hands over her semi-fisted palms, and gently pushed her hands down.

"Vaangeetu po"

(Buy it and leave)

I said with a stern tone.

"Appo nallaarkaa?"

(So, is this good for me?)

She asked me again with a wide smile.

"Seethaa.."

I controlled myself from shouting at her, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Then, looking around, I saw Rekha ma'am and a few students nearby.

So, I leaned down and observed her slim wrist, now adorned with deep purple-pink bangles decorated with small white shells. They fit her perfectly, as if made just for. A smile grew on my lips as I lifted my gaze to meet her eyes, where she raised her brows with a grin. I smiled and nodded slightly, and she clapped her hands like a kid and purchased the bangles.

Soon, others joined, buying bracelets, bags, purses, and more. I stood there, smiling at their excitement and laughing at their antics, as Charan attempted to communicate with the shopkeeper in Hindi. But also, despite the irritation earlier, I now felt warmed by her constant gaze, which was comforting.

When I tried to catch her eyes, she quickly averted her gaze, pretending as if she hadn't been watching me at all which made me smirk as I bit my lower lip, shaking my head at her silly antics.

"Ellaarum enna ennamo edukuringa. Aana sir apdiye nikkiraaru, yaaraadhu paathinglaa?"

(Everyone is buying something, but sir is just standing still. Did anyone notice?)

Kamali's words made me shift my gaze from Aakash, who was now picking out a bracelet for his brother now while still on the phone.

As her words processed in, I realized their source-the one now trying to hide behind Kamali, sneaking glances at me from the corner of her eyes. I smirked, but,

"Adhaane. Sir neengalum edhaadhu edukalaamae"

(That's right. Sir, you also can take anything)

I averted my gaze to Rekha mam, who had made the comment and was now waiting for my response.

"Adhu.."

(That..)

"Koocha padaadhinga sir. Idhu paarunga. Indha cap'laa nallaarku. Eduthukonga"

(Don't be so shy, sir. Look at this. This cap is nice. Take it)

She handed me the black, handcrafted cap while I gritted my teeth, thinking,

Yaaru ippo koocha pattaa?

(Who's being shy here?)

I stared at the cap and her, struggling to find a response and trying to control myself from rejecting it outright over her face. But,

"Mam, anga paarunga neenga kaetta blanket irukku. Vaanga polaam"

(Ma'am, look over there. There's a blanket you asked for. Let's go see it)

Everyone's gaze, including mine, turned towards the source of the voice. And, it was Seetha, who was holding Rekha Mam's wrist.

"Vaanga mam"

(Come on, mam)

"Varen varen"

(Coming. Coming)

And they both left. I struggled to hold back a smile and then turned to Aakash, who was hissing at his brother about something. I sighed, moved a little distance away, exhaled while shaking my head, and answered Elango's call.

I talked with Elango about the trip experience for another ten minutes before returning to Aakash. We then headed to the viewpoint to take in the sea views with everyone. We took selfies, and Charan insisted on taking solo shots of me. Later, at 7 in the evening, we boarded the bus and headed towards Miramar Beach.

At Miramar Beach, we bought a football from a nearby shop and played together while the girls' gang watched and cheered us on. Other visitors also gathered around to watch. After an hour of football and sight seeing, we moved towards the Baga beach and there we spread out our blankets on the beach, enjoyed the dance performances by foreigners, had dinner, and relaxed in the cool beach breeze.

But out of nowhere, from the crowd of foreign dancers, a tall woman-about my height-emerged, wearing nothing but a white, loose shirt that hung over her upper body down to her thighs. She might have been wearing shorts underneath, but I don't know. Now, what puzzled me was why she was moving toward me.

"May I have a dance with you?"

My eyes widened in shock at her statement, which came out in a seductive tone. Yuvan, sitting beside me, nudged my arm and said,

"Ponga sir koopudraanga'le?"

(Go, sir. Isn't she calling you for a dance?)

I turned and shot him a glare. When he fell silent with a soft giggle, I turned to the woman and said,

"No. I'm not interested"

"Oh. Come on. Just a dance. Let's go"

She leaned down and grabbed my wrist. I closed my eyes and turned away before looking at her and said,

"No, please. Could you leave my hand?"

I pulled my wrist away from her grip, forcefully and wiped it on my shirt. She smirked as she straightened up, while I just ignored her.

"Stella babe, what happened?"

A man in a loose shirt and shorts approached and wrapped his arm around that woman's waist, pressing her back against him while she gave me a smirk. Seeing their dramas in front of my students, I sighed and decided to remove myself from the situation. So, I stood up and walked away along the shore under the moonlight, hands shoved in my pockets, seeking some alone time.

The mood to enjoy the night party with my students was spoiled by that woman. But, now, I sighed in relief, breathing in the fresh beach air, and took out my Airpods from my jeans pocket. I plugged the left one into my ear and played a soft, melodious song while watching my lone silhouette in the sand beneath me.

Seeing the huge rocks stacked together like a hut, with a small opening inside, I decided to sit there after checking that it was comfortable. As I settled in and took a deep breath, I was startled to see Seetha panting in front of the rocks, looking at me with a smile.

I was taken aback.

What the hell is she doing here?

"Hey"

But, she gestured for me to wait by showing her palm and then looked around before entering the rocky area towards me. Once she reached in front of me, she greeted me with a smile.

"Hello, professor"

"Inga enna Seeth.."

(What are you doing here, Seeth..)

"Irunga Irunga. Naan ungalukku onnu kudukka dha vandhen"

(Wait, wait. I came here to give you something)

Aahaaa !

I swallowed hard as various thoughts crossed my mind, but I pushed them away with a curse and asked her, clearing my throat.

"Enna kudukanu?"

(What are you going to give?)

Then I saw her smiling at me, she reached into the pocket of her blue and white striped overcoat, which ended above her knees, and pulled out something that looked like a...

"Locket?"

I voiced my curiosity as she smiled and moved closer to me. I stood up, and she stopped before me, revealing a ring attached to a locket, surrounded by melted wax, resting it on her palm.

It was beautiful.

"Nallaarku. Unakkaa?"

(It's beautiful. Is this for you?)

I asked, assuming she might have bought it for her parents or friends. But what I didn't expect was,

"Illa ungalukku"

(No, it's for you)

I gasped in shock.

"Enakkaa?"

(For me?)

She just nodded her head and then added,

"Naan bangle vaanguna adhey kadaila dha indha locket vaangunen. Nallaarkkaa?"

(I bought this locket from the same shop where I got the bangles. Is it good?)

"Mm. But, enakku yedhukku Seetha idhellaa?"

(Mm. But, why is this for me, Seetha?)

"Reason irukku, Professor. Indha locket'le irukka wax, oru person nu vachukonga. Adha irukkamaa pudichirukka ring, innoru person. Andha rendu persons'uhm yeppo avanga onnaa manasaara sendhuttaanga nu nenaikiraangalo.. appo adha remove panni kaila pottukalaam. Apdi design panna locket dha idhu"

(There's a reason, Professor. The wax in this locket represents one person, and the ring inside it represents another person. If they think that those two people have always been together in their hearts, then they can remove it and wear it in their hand. Like this, the locket is designed)

That was beautiful and touching story behind the handmade craft.

"Irunga. Naan innum solli mudikala"

(Wait. I haven't finished talking yet)

I looked at her with a frown as she gave me a another smile and continued,

"So, Mr. professor. For your kind information, indha wax dha naan, indha ring dha neenga"

(This wax is me and the ring is you)

She pointed to the items while I smiled and chuckled at her childishness. But that was just before she said the next words,

"Indha wax epdi andha ring'rh vidaama irukkamaa pidichu thankoodaye vachirukko. Andha maadhiri dha naanum ungala paathukka poren. Naan ungala nannaa paathuppen nu summa vaai vaarthaila sollala, professor. Ini ovvaru dhadavayum neenga indha locket paakumbodhu. Ungalukku yaarum illa nu neenga nenaikave koodaadhu. Ungalukku naan eppavum iruppen nu dha neenga nenaikanum"

(Just as this wax holds the ring without letting go, I'll always hold onto you. I didn't say I'd take care of you just like that. From now on, whenever you see this locket, you shouldn't think that there's no one for you. Instead, remember that I'll always be there for you)

Then she took my right wrist, lifted my hand, and placed the locket inside my palm, saying,

"I love you. And that love will remain forever, even if you push me out of your life"

She spoke each word with such deep emotion, conveying that she was profoundly in love with me. That intensity left me speechless.

Was I truly this lucky to get someone like her?

That was the only thought echoing in my mind as I gazed into her eyes, which sparkled with nothing but love and affection.

For me!

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TBC...

Epdi irundhuchu?

Hope, it was not dramatic ❤️

See you all in the next update, bubyee 🚴🏻‍♀️💜🦋