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'Kutty warm-up chapter before diving into the more exciting parts 🌚'

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When I opened my eyes, believing I had just dreamt of him pulling my hand, asking me to sit beside him, apologizing, urging me to say something, and speaking with me animatedly in secret, I froze. But, then my eyes landed on the figure next to me—my professor. In that moment, I realized with a jolt that it was not a dream at all.

Everything that happened was real.

And that made me blush.

Achacho, perumaaleyyy !

(Oh my god)

I grinned as I looked at him, sleeping soundly with his arms crossed below his chest, veins visible, and legs spread wide like a carefree child. His white tshirt had ridden up, revealing a bit of skin. 

Shaking my head with a smile, I gently tugged his vest back down. Then, I sat up straight, admiring his peaceful sleep, letting my legs dangle from the seat. Crossing my arms below my chest, just like him, I leaned my cheek against the seat, watching him with a quiet sense of admiration.

Whenever he was beside me, I always made sure to get him to share everything on his mind and heart with me.

And those eyes, once filled with yearnings, slowly softened as he began teasing me back, flashing that smile—followed by that irresistible, hot smirk.

I'm loving him more and more as each day and night passes, and that love deepens my desires for us—to hold each other close, to embrace, console, care, love, and comfort one another. It's so much more than just physical intimacy; it's about the connection we share in every way.

Because, until now, I never imagined being with him in that kind of intimate closeness. All I truly want is for him to love me back and to have me by his side, always. For me, that's the greatest form of intimacy.

I hope that happens soon, but even if it doesn't, I still wish him everything good. Because, I just want him to have a happy life, even if it's with som..

I stopped and my heart skipped a beat when his tied hands were freed. He took a deep breath, and one of his hands fell onto the seat between us, brushing against my thigh. I quickly shifted closer to the window and let out a sigh of relief. 

However, I frowned as he groaned in his sleep, his head shifting restlessly from side to side, trying to find a comfortable position but failing. With a deep sigh, he attempted to open his eyes. I acted swiftly, placing my upper arm over his shoulder and letting the side of his head rest against my shoulder, his temple finding a resting place there.

I gulped, feeling a ticklish sensation when his beard brushed against my arm as he closed his partially open eyes and drifted back to sleep.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, resting my fisted palm against my cheek while keeping my hand on his shoulder, his head nestled on my shoulder.

Smiling, I looked at him and lifted my hand to brush his hair but hesitated and pulled it back, just cherishing the moment close to my heart.

The growing closeness between us made me feel both emotional and increasingly affectionate.

After waiting a few more minutes, hoping he would wake up, I sighed in defeat as his breath was calm and warm against my hand, and he was sleeping soundly on my shoulder. Deciding to let him rest a bit longer, I decided to wake him up in a few hours and scrolled through my phone with my free hand.

But after an hour and a half had passed, I began to feel a stinging pain in my forearm. I set my phone on my lap and tried to wake him by gently tickling his palm on his thigh. But, when I remembered how he had laughed at me the last time I tried to tickle him, back when we were among the rocks, I sighed in frustration.

I tried to straighten my hand and repositioned it between us, but my eyes widened in shock when his head slipped from my shoulder to my chest. I quickly caught his head with both hands, taking a deep breath to calm my shock.

"Ipdiye pona, nalaiku kaalaama naan uyiroda iruppanaa'ne therilaye, perumaaley"

(If it keep going like this, how will I be able to stay alive tomorrow? Oh my god)

I murmured as I gently repositioned his head back on the seat, but just then, he jolted awake and opened his eyes. I stared at him in shock as he gave me a narrowed look, his gaze then shifting to my upper arm resting on his shoulder. Following his gaze, I quickly removed my hand and sat up straight, my face flushed with embarrassment.

Achacho !

I bit my lower lip and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. Then, I casually plugged in the earpieces of my headphones, clearing my throat. 

Even though I could feel his gaze on me, I didn't dare glance over at him.

Although the beautiful fault was his, I had initiated it to help him, and also it ended with me in embarrassment. So, I avoided meeting his gaze. After what felt like another hour, I slowly shifted my eyes back towards him, only to find him scrolling through his phone. I quickly averted my gaze and leaned against the window, watching the city pass by, lulled by the serene breeze until I fell asleep. 

When I eventually opened my eyes again, I gasped, startled to see Kamali sitting beside me.

"Heyy"

I turned around and saw him in the seat just behind mine, sleeping peacefully with his head resting against the window. A smile tugged at my lips, but when I turned back, Kamali was grinning at me teasingly.

A sudden blush crept over my cheeks as she leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, with a mischievous glint in her eyes,

"Enna di orey jolly dha pola un professor kooda"

(Looks like you're having a great time with your professor, huh?)

"Chey.. po Kamali.. loosu maadhiri pesaadha.. pinnaadi dha irukkaaru kekka poradhu"

(Ugh... go away, Kamali. Don't talk like a fool... He's sitting right behind us, he might hear)

I pushed her face away, placing my hand on her jaw, trying to hide my blush.

She chuckled at me.

"Adhu seri.. ithana peru irundhum, moonu mani neramaa onnaa dhane utkaandhuttu irundhinga ? Appolaa neenga pesuradhu engalukku kekkum nu therilayaa?"

(Fine... but out of all these people, you two were sitting together for three whole hours, right? Didn't it occur to you that we could hear you both talking?)

I shut my eyes tightly and let out a whine, giving her thigh a playful smack in frustration.

"Kamali pleaseee. Setha kammunu irukkiyaa? Adhellaa onnum illa. Avaru anga enna thittunaaru so.."

(Kamali, pleaseee. Can you just stay quiet? There's nothing like that. He was just scolding me over there, so...)

But before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off, completing it with a teasing question,

"So.. ippo konjunaaraa?"

(So... did he coo at you now?)

I rolled my eyes, even though I could feel my cheeks heating up and my palms growing damp.

"Kamali pleaseee.. apdilaa onnum illa di. Sorry kaettaaru"

(Kamali, pleaseee... it's nothing like that. He just apologized)

"Seri seri naan nambitten. Vaa thoongunadhu podhum kdrama paakalaam"

(Okay, okay, I'll believe you. Don't go to sleep, we can watch a kdrama now)

I smiled widely as Kamali and I settled in to watch our favorite K-dramas. By early morning, the bus stopped at a roadside dhaba, and we sat together to have our breakfast.

While eating, I looked around and spotted him with Charan and Aakash in the last row. I leaned forward to get a better view of him, but Kamali leaned forward as well, eating her food. I sighed and leaned back, but she did the same again, which made me frustrated. I pouted and ate my breakfast silently, with a grumpy face.

After our early morning breakfast, we boarded the bus once more and headed towards the town.

"Evlo neram aagum?"

(How long will it take?)

I asked him, turning back from my seat.

He glanced at his wristwatch and replied,

"Maybe 2 to 3 hours. Why?"

"Nothing"

I shook my head, but he furrowed his brows in confusion. I sighed and turned to see Kamali sleeping. Just then, a message popped up on my phone.

My professor: "What? Do you need something?"

I smiled and replied,

"Onnum illa, professor. I'm okay"

(Nothing, professor. I'm okay)

My professor: "If anything bothers you, just ask me or let Kamali know"

"Nothing is bothering me. Back pain avlodha"

(Nothing is bothering me. Just some back pain, that's all)

My professor: Seat pinnaadi saachu utkaaru"

(Incline the seat back and sit)

"Ungalukku kaal vakka venaamaa?"

(Don't you need to stretch your legs?)

I asked, knowing he's tall and likely doesn't have much space to stretch his legs.

My professor: "🙄 There's more space here. Just incline the seat"

I reacted with a thumbs-up emoji and adjusted the seat to lean back. And smiled when I received a message,

My professor: "?"

"Good. Thanks"

He reacted with a thumbs-up emoji. I leaned back comfortably in my seat, closing my eyes with a blushy smile at his actions.

After an hour, Rekha mam came forward and told us to inform our parents that we would reach the college within the hour. I called my father and asked him to pick me up from college. He agreed and ended the call. I felt a mix of happiness at the thought of seeing my parents after three days, though a part of me felt sad about leaving him alone once again. 

But, somehow, I consoled myself with a promise to speak to him daily and not leave him alone.

When we arrived at the college, Appa was already waiting for me in his car. I hurried over, pulling my trolley, and gave him a warm hug.

"Appa"

He kissed the top of my head and told me to put the luggage in the car while he went to speak with Aayush sir. I smiled as I watched them shake hands and then bid bye to everyone, giving him a secret nod. He smiled and nodded back before I headed home.

Once I arrived, I hugged my mother and received a kiss from her before rushing to my room. Even though I had traveled for many hours, I felt refreshed as I quickly got ready. I sent messages to Kamali, Charan, and Aayush sir, letting them know I had reached home. 

After getting refreshed, I shared the experiences of the trip with my parents and then took a nap in the evening due to the growing tiredness.

The next two days followed a similar routine; sleeping, eating, scrolling through my phone, and sending messages like 'Good morning' , 'Good afternoon' and 'Good night' to my professor. Then, I would sleep again and repeat.

Two days later,

I was lying on my mother's lap, dressed in a T-shirt and track pants, with my legs stretched and one leg draped over the other, gently swaying them from side to side as I played a farming game on my phone. Meanwhile, my parents were having a conversation about one of our relatives, with the TV playing softly in the background.

None of us knew why the TV was on in the background. I feel a bit sorry for you, tv.

Aiyo paavam..

Just then, feeling a bit bored, I opened Instagram to check out any stories or reels. A message popped up on the screen,

🏡 : "Oi"

I widened my eyes and glanced at my mother, who was deeply engaged in a serious conversation with my father.

Silently, I stood up and quietly moved to my room, like a thief. Once inside, I quickly plopped onto my bed and opened his message, and sent,

"Sollunga sollunga"

(Tell me, tell me)

🏡: "Free?"

I frowned but replied,

"Yess"

🏡: "College ku variyaa nalaiku?"

(Will you come to college tomorrow?)

"College ka?"

(College?)

I was a bit shocked because I didn't have college until my semester exams started. It was basically a study leave for us. Then, why is he asking me to come to college?

🏡: "Mm"

"Yedhukku?"

(For what?)

🏡: "Summa dha nee innum no-due submit panla. Marandhuttiyaa?"

(You still haven't submitted your no-due form, right? Did you forget?)

I frowned and then gasped, hitting my own forehead as I remembered that I had shoved my no-due form back into my bag after getting a signature from him, without actually submitting it to my mentor, Manikandan sir.

"Aiyooo. Aama ungalukku epdi theriyum?"

(Aiyoo. But how do you know?)

🏡: "Enkitta sign vaaangeetu apdiye ponadha paathen. Seri nalaiku vaa"

(I saw you just took the signature and left. Anyway, come by tomorrow)

"Okay. Will you also come?"

🏡: "Ofcourse. Naan professor ma. Enakku'laa leave illa"

(Of course. I'm a professor, ma. I won't get leave and all)

I chuckled.

"Adhu seri. Seri peach colur dress podungo🤓"

(Alright. Also, wear a peach-colored dress 🤓)

🏡: "🙄"

"Please"

🏡: "Okay bye"

"Bye, professor. Good night. Naan raathiri seekro thoongeerven"

(Bye, professor. Good night. I'll sleep early tonight)

🏡: "Okay, ma. See you tomorrow. Bye. Good night. Sweet dreams."

"You shouldn't come into my dreams"

I repeated with a grin. He reacted a thumbs-up emoji in response as usual, and I giggled, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling with a wide smile.

After having an early dinner, I informed my parents that I was going to college the next day to hand over the no-due form. Then, I went to sleep, thinking about him and feeling excited to see him after two days.

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