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I was busily searching for fictional stories that didn't have any mature content, but out of nowhere,

"Adiye Maami"

(Hey, Maami)

The sudden loud noise and a pat on my shoulder jerked me up, and I pressed the side button of my phone and chided at her.

"Perumaaley, Enna dha di nokku pretchana? yen ipdi kathinde irukka?"

(God, what is your problem? Why are you shouting like this?)

My heart just literally skipped a beat at her sudden appearance.

"Ada podi. Unakekkenna pa, college bus vandhu vaasal laye maharaani maadhiri vitturum, engalukku apdiyaa? athana kilometre nadandhey varanum"

(Get lost girl. what is it to you? The college bus drops you off right at the entrance like a queen, but for us? We have to walk several kilometers.)

She just blabbered without knowing my actual 'sangattam(struggle)' of not continuing what I was searching before she came. 

I felt disappointed.

"Enna panneetu irukka?"

(What are you doing?)

I looked at her and tried to figure out if she was just asking a question or if I had been caught reading stories.

Though I only read stories without mature content, people around me would definitely conclude I was reading something inappropriate.

But I'm not!

I'm a good girl.

Seeing Kamali's calm face and the way she sat beside me, taking out her mobile, I sighed in relief and replied,

"Summa dhaan inikku enna padam paakka porom nu yosichidu irundhen."

(I was just thinking about which movie to watch today.)

Her face brightened.

"Nejama vaa? enna yosichu vachirukka maami?"

(Is that true? What were you thinking about, maami?)

I chuckled at her excited face.

"Yosichu muduchuden nu sollala.. yosichundu irukken nu dha chonnen"

(I haven't decided it yet... I said, I was just thinking about it)

She rolled her eyes in response to my comment. I smiled sheepishly at her, then picked up my phone, unlocked it, and swiftly pressed the center button and recent tabs button to close the content I had been reading before.

"Hey maami"

But then, I was startled again by her sudden shout.

Turning towards her, I glared in her direction.

"Sorry sorry katheeten aah? seri naan unkitta onnu sollanum"

(Sorry, sorry, did I startle you? Okay, let me tell you something)

Her secret tone made me frown.

"Enna chollanum?"

(What?)

"Nee avara paathiyaa?"

(Did you see him?)

I squinted my eyes.

"Yevara paathiyaa?"

(who?)

She twisted her lips down and whined,

"Aiyo appo nee paakalayaa?"

(Aiyo! So, you didn't see him?)

Her repeated questioning made me both curious and frustrated.

"Enna di? yedha naan paakala? puriyumbadiyaa chollu Kamali"

(What is it? What did I miss? Tell me clearly, Kamali.)

I tapped her once on her lap. She rubbed her thigh and replied,

"Adhaa di andha new professor"

(Him. Our new professor)

She grinned as she finished, but I gave her a narrowed look.

"New professor'ah?"

"Aama. Semma handsome aah irundhaaru"

(Yes. He was looking very handsome.)

Her eyes sparkled as she said it. However, I was confused. Was she talking about our professor or someone else?

How could the professor be handsome?

That's not even imaginable. We never had anyone like that in our school or college life.

So, I wasn't inclined to trust her words without knowing exactly who she was referring to.

"Handsome aah irundhaaraa? yaara di choldra?"

(Handsome? Who are you talking about?)

But she sighed and slapped her forehead with her palm.

"Aiyo makku maami! Namma department ku oru new professor vandhirukkaaru di"

(Oh my fool! A new professor has joined our department)

I widened my eyes.

"Enna choldra nee?"

(What are you saying?)

"Ada aama di, pakkaa handsome man theriyumaa? Elangovan sir irukkaaru le? Avarkooda dha peseetu irundhaaru"

(Yes, indeed. He's really handsome. He was talking to our Elangovan sir)

Elangovan sir was our OOPS staff during our second year of college. 

Object Oriented Programming was quite challenging, and I vividly remember the anxiety I felt when the results unexpectedly came in. But, then, I was immensely relieved when I managed to pass with just enough marks.

Passing OOPS on the first attempt was a significant achievement for me. However, many of my classmates also faced arrears in the subject.

Elangovan sir, being the kind-hearted person he is, comforted everyone and went above and beyond to ensure that half of them passed through revaluation and the other half in their second attempt. His dedication and effective teaching methods made learning easier for everyone.

To thank him, my classmates celebrated Elangovan sir by cutting a cake, which he wholeheartedly enjoyed with us.

While I was lost in my thoughts about the past, Kamali was constantly talking about our new professor, blabbering on about

How he was hot,

handsome,

And good-looking!

Blah, Blah, Blah...

I sighed and interrupted her, saying,

"Avaa namma professor di, avaala poi handsome laa cholleendu irukka? thappu Kamali"

(He is our professor, and you're calling him handsome? That's wrong, Kamali.)

She stopped and then hissed.

"Ada thayir saadhame! Nee andha kaalathulaye iru. Aana enna yen di soldra? naan ipdidha iruppen. Nee ennamo pannika"

(Ada thayir saadhame! You stay stuck in that old mindset. But why are you telling me this? I will be like this. You do whatever you want.)

I shook my head at her. 

"Nee thirundha maata. Avaa namma professor di.."

(You'll never change. He's our professor...)

I tried to shove that fact into her mind.

"Professor naa enna? manushan konjo azhaga irundhaa sight adikalaam thappilla"

(So what if he's a professor? If a man looks good, there's nothing wrong with admiring him.)

She remarked, like, this is a very important matter for the nation to know.

I gave her annoyed look.

She smiled seeing something on her phone and then asked me,

"Seri adha vidu enna Vinitha mam report fill panna sonnaangalaa?"

(Okay, leave that. Did Vinitha ma'am ask you to fill out the report?)

She turned her face towards me after sending some message to her boy'friend'.

Unlike me, she always keeps her phone brightness full, so I can see what she is seeing.

"Aama dii.. morning naan varumbodhey idhaa sonnaa. Cheri namma inniku enna movie paakalaam?"

(Yes, she told me about this in the morning itself. Okay, what movie should we watch today?)

I asked her coming back to our first topic.

"Search pannuvom vaa"

(Come, let's search)

With a grin, she pinched my cheek, and we immersed ourselves in searching for movies under the guise of working on our project.

"The priest paarpomaa?"

(Shall we watch 'The priest' movie?)

I asked her.

"Adha naan paathutten Seetha"

(I've watched that one already, Seetha.)

She replied without even sparing me a glance.

"Appo vera enna paakalaam?"

(Then what else should we watch?)

I kept my phone on the table and huffed.

"Uyirae paakalaamaa?"

(Shall we watch 'Dil se..'?)

She asked me but I glared at her.

"Maniratnam movie paathen nu amma ku mattum therinjadhu naan avlodha"

(If my mother finds out that I've watched Mani Ratnam movies, then I'll in trouble.)

I shook my head at her vigorously and she gave me a eye roll.

"Ada enna di nee ipdi irukka? romance movies laa paakamaye kalyanam pannika, nalla velanguna maadhiri dha. Onnume puriyaama dha irukkum"

(Why are you like this? If you keep avoiding romance movies, you might end up getting married without knowing anything)

I furrowed my brows, wondering what she meant by that "onnume (anything)"

But I decided not to ask her to clarify.

"Adhellaa nalla dha di velangum. Naan romance pannalanaa enna? en aathukaarar pannuvaa. You shut up!"

(What is in that? If I don't engage in romance, my partner will do)

I said to her, supporting my future husband who will be chosen by my parents.

But, Kamali twisted her lips, clicking her tongue.

"Mkum.. enakennamo unakku vara pora un aathukaararum unna maariye loosaa dha iruppaaru nu thonudhu"

(It seems like your future husband who's coming for you will also be just like you.)

I sulked at her statement. 

"Podi podi. He will be like a dream boy nee venaa paaru. Enna thanga thattula vachu thaanguvaar"

(Hey, come on. He will be like a dream boy, just wai and watch. He'll pamper me like I'm made of gold.)

"Thango vikkira vilaiku un 50 kilo weight eh thaanga avaru enna loosaa?"

(Why would he be a fool to carry your 50 kilograms of gold weight?)

She countered back, and I whined at her, pouting.

"Kamaliiii.."

She laughed as I playfully slapped her shoulder.

"Pinna enna di? thangathula vachu thaaanguvaar, pithalai le vachu veenguvaar nu.. adhellaa pure love illa di maami"

(Then what? He'll pamper you like gold, or he'll grind you down like a brass... it's all not pure love, maami.)

She said it like a advice.

Oh! She's going to take a lesson to me now. 

Have fun Seetha. 

I suppressed my laugh and made a serious face.

"Pinna yedhu love uh?"

(Then, what is love?)

"Soldren kelu"

(Listen, I'll tell you)

I hummed and leaned my elbow on the writing desk, resting my cheek on my palm as I watched her.

"Modhal mora nee avara paakumbodhu apdiye kan simitta kooda marandhu poyirunum"

(The first time you see him, you should even forget to blink your eyes.)

She said dreamily.

Seri dha! She and her dramas.

"Adhepdi mudiyum?"

(Is that even possible?)

I asked her with a same serious look. 

"Adhelaa mudiyum. Kelu pesaama"

(Everything is possible. Now, don't interrupt me, just listen.)

"Mmm continue"

I gave her a smile.

"Unkitta avaru pesumbodhu yedho modha mora pesura maadhiriye irukka koodaadhu. Asadu valinjaalum okay dha nu thonanum"

(When he talks to you, he shouldn't sound like he's just speaking for the first time. Even if he does something cringeworthy, it should be okay for you)

"Yedhuku apdi asadu valiyanum?"

(Why should that even be okay?)

She smiled at me.

"Unna impress panna dha"

(To impress you)

I grinned and thought,

Idhukooda nalla dha irukku le?

(Even if something happen like this, it would be nice, wouldn't it?)

But all of this won't work in real life.

"Mmm apparam?"

(Then?)

I asked her to continue.

"Avana yethana ponnunga paarthaalum seri, yethana ponnunga kavidha solli avana correct panna nenachaalum seri, avan unna mattume dha paakanum, unna mattume dha rasikanum nu unakkum thonanu, avarum nenaikanu"

(No matter how many other girls he looks at, no matter how many poems other girls write for him to impress him, he must only look at you, he must only admire you. That's what you should think, and that's what he should think too.)

I blinked, silently.

"Apro un sandhoshatha vida yedhuvume avanukku perusu illa nu feel pannanu. Nalla romantic aah irukkanum. Nee enna kettaalum, yeppo kettaalum vaangi tharanum, mugam sulikaama"

(More than anything else, he should feel that nothing is more important than your happiness. He must be genuinely romantic. Whatever you ask, whenever you ask, he should bring it without hesitation.)

"Mmm"

I hummed, biting the side of my lower lip and she thought other dialogue to utter.

"Apro enna? aahn.. yethana kashtam vandhaalum, nee dha venum. Nee mattum dha venum nu un kaiya gettiyamaa puduchutte irukkanum"

(What else? Mmm.. No matter how much hardship comes, he should say and act like, 'I want you. I want only you,' holding your hand firmly.)

I felt it's enough of her story telling.

How can someone be like this in this generation?

Finding pure love seems difficult in this era, yet she's proclaiming something that seems unreal at any time.

"Yedho cholluviye.. haan O kadhal Kanmani oh?"

(Is this O Kadhal Kanmani?)

"Hein?"

I chuckled and sat up straight while she stared at me like I'm an alien.

"Illa.. alaipaayudhey vaa?"

(Or Alaipaayudhey?)

Kamali gave me a glare.

"Enna di soldra?"

(What are you saying?)

She asked, and I huffed.

"Idhellaa nee paakura andha Maniratnam movies le venaa nadakkalaam aana nijathula nadakaadhu nu choldren"

(All these things you see in Maniratnam movies, we might want them to happen, but they don't actually happen in real life.)

I shook my head and chuckled as she lightly tapped the side of my head.

"Podi naan evlo romantic aah soleetu irundhen?"

(Come on. Didn't I say everything in such a romantic way?)

She sat grumpily. I smiled.

"Paatha padam ellaam saethi cholleendu romance aahm. Po po"

(You're talking about all those movies filled with romance. Not a real love. Just go away.)

"Podi loosu"

(You go)

I giggled, but then our phones on the table vibrated simultaneously. We picked them up to check a message from our official group named "Final Year IT."

We were shocked to see a message revealing that one of our respected professors was retiring from the college, and the new project coordinator named Aayush Kumar had joined.

"He might be the one Kamali mentioned," I thought to myself but didn't say aloud.

It wasn't because of anything in particular, just that I couldn't bear her enthusiastic reactions.

Kamali read the message aloud, and we stared at each other in complete shock.

"Enna di ipdi aayiruchu? ennavaa irukkum dhideernu relieve aaguraaru? Adhu yaaru idhu Aayushman bawa vaa?"

(Hey what is this? who is this new guy? Aayushmaan bawa? )

She asked me.

I chuckled.

"Loosu. Adhu Aayush Kumar"

(Fool, it's Aayush kumar)

I corrected.

"Aahn aahn.. aana naan namma Shanmugam sir'eh miss pannuvane"

(Whatever, but I'll miss our Shanmugam sir)

She pouted.

But that's true though. He's been a good and respected professor for us.

"Adhaa di nekkum onnum puriyala. Ippadi ellaam panna maataare, enna aagi irukkum?"

(I don't understand anything about this. He will not do like this. But, what happened to him suddenly now?)

We were completely clueless and struggling to come to terms with the fact that our professor had been relieved.

"Therilaye"

(I don't know)

She replied sadly, and we reacted with a heart emoji to his message. I frowned as I noticed a new member added to the group by Shanmugam sir. 

Just as I was about to click to see who it was, I shrieked when Kamali hit my arm and she exclaimed,

"Hey inga paaru inga paaru namma project group layum yedho type pandraaru"

(Hey, look here! Look here! He's typing something in our project group too.)

I gripped her arm from hitting me.

"Adhukku yen di adikira paithiyam"

(Why are you hitting me for that?)

I chided her, rubbing my arm, and we waited for his message to pop up. Once it did, we clicked to read it,

"Students, do meet your new guide,
Mr. Aayush, and discuss with him about our project and use his knowledge too. Best wishes for the final project review and your future. Do your best always."

I replied with a "Thank you, sir," and Kamali sent a "Thank you so much, sir 🤧" along with a few others from our team and the another team members managed by Shanmugam sir who also expressed their gratitude.

"Our project aahm. How sweet uh"

(He's saying that it's 'our project'. How sweet?)

Kamali remarked, wiping away her nonexistent tears.

"Laa"

(Indeed)

I remarked aloud, startled by another surprise in our project group. 

"Guide added +919775525259" 

 "Guide left the group"

We navigated to the member list and clicked on the newly added number, revealing the username "Aayush Kumar" with a profile picture of an elderly woman. 

Her grace and captivating smile immediately caught my attention—it was as if her beauty had a timeless quality.

The word "beautiful" resonated in my mind as I pondered who she could be. 

Looking at her aged face, it seems Aayush Kumar might also be an elderly person.

Old man'ayaa sight adichundu vandhuchu idhu?

(Did she admired an old man?)

I glanced at Kamali with a squinted look, and she voiced out,

"Maybe his mother"

Oh, maybe!

Sorry, I didn't think of it that way.

I laughed inwardly at my own thoughts.

"Mmm"

I just hummed in response as we were about to tap the back button on our phones but paused when we saw '+919775525259 is typing..'

"Oh God, he's typing maami," 

She said and I chuckled.

My friend is always so enthusiastic.

But behind her cheerful demeanor, there's a pain in her eyes that only I know.

She lost her parents in an accident when she was just two years old.

Now she lives in a Christian ashram, cared for by Mother Isha, who is fifty years old. To become independent and overcome her loneliness, she works part-time at a fancy store near her home.

She is the first person who inspired me to work from the heart, not just for money.

Lost in my thoughts, staring at her whatsapp DP, which has a picture of us together, the sudden pinch on my arm made me yelp in pain, and I instinctively smacked hers in response.

"Yen di?"

(Why?)

"Naan kooptute irukken enna paathuttu irukka phone le?"

(What have you been seeing on your phone?)

She attempted to peek at my phone, but I withdrew my hand and gave her a questioning look with raised eyebrows.

"Fine! Ennamo pannu aana avaru message paaru.. team lead name kekuraaru"

(Fine! Do anything, but he's asking for the team lead's name, answer him first.)

"Avaraa?"

Why does this "Avaru(him)" sounds like something from her?

"Yeah, enakennamo naan kalaila paatha andha handsome man dha namma new professor nu thonudhu. Neeye reply pannu un name'eh"

(Yeah, for some reason, I feel like the handsome man I saw at this morning is our new professor. You reply with your name.)

I rolled my eyes at her grinning face, typed my name, and sent him a message. Then, he asked for the name of another team lead.

"Meghna enga di?"

(Kamali, Where is Meghna?)

"Inniku wednesday. Ellaarum late aah dha varuvaanga not yet reached nu solleeru"

(Today is Wednesday. Everyone usually comes late, tell him that she has not reached the college yet)

I nodded and sent him a message that Meghna still hadn't reached the college. He simply reminded us again to meet him at lunch hour.Kalai, she is one of our teammates, and I replied positively before I turned to see Kamali who was engrossed in her phone, which made me frown.

"Enna paakura?"

(What are looking at?)

"Illa indhaaalu insta'le irukkaaplayaa nu paakuren"

(No, I'm checking if that man is on Instagram)

She replied still staring at her phone, scrolling through the insta account lists.

"Indhaalaa? Kamali avaa namma professor di"

(That man? He's our professor Kamali, give him some respect)

"Aiyyayaye professor'naa enna ippa? seri nee movie kandu pudi. Naan ivara kandu pudikiren"

(Oh no, what about the professor now? Okay, you search the movie. I'll search for him.)

She grinned sheepishly at me, and I shook my head in disbelief. Then, I took my phone to continue reading the story which I had stopped in the midway yesterday, lowering the brightness of my phone.

After a good few more minutes, Kamali huffed and placed her phone on the table. 

I sighed inwardly and stopped reading, closing the book.

"Ennaachu?"

(What happened now?)

"Andha avaa ve kaano insta le.."

(Your professor is not on insta)

She teased me and I hit her back. 

"Seri vaa the priest'eh paapo vera vali!"

(Okay let's watch 'The priest' movie now. There's no going back from you, my fate!)

I raised my eyebrows at her and pushed her laptop gently.

"Nee salichundu onnum paaka venaa po. po un maniratnam movies eh paaru"

(Stop! You don't worry. Go and watch your maniratnam movies. Go away)

She gave me a fake shocked expression.

"Yedhu en maniratnam aah? avaru wife idha kettaa enna di aavaanga?"

(My maniratnam? If Mani Ratnam's wife hears that, what will she think?)

"Aama avaaa wife inga namma kooda dha utkaandhundu irukkaa paaru.. porum un naadagam..podi.."

(Like his wife is right here watching us, enough of your dramas, move.. )

I chided.

"Seri yen moonja thirupura? namma venaa poo movie paapomaa? adhula dha onnume irukkaadhu"

(Alright, stop with your angry face. Shall we watch 'Poo(flower)' movie instead? There's nothing in that one.)

She huffed. 

Nothing in that?

What is she saying? That movie was indeed wonderful!

"Aana adhellaa nannaarkum di. Romance illanaalum oru ponnoda love'eh avlo azhaga kaamchiruppaanga theriyumo?"

(But it's a really good movie. Even without romance, do you know how beautifully they portrayed the love of a girl?)

"Seri nee apro pesu ippo vaa paakalaa.."

(Okay, shall we watch a movie or are you going to keep talking like this?)

I glared at her.

"Nee ivlo neram peseendu dhane irundha naan edhaadhu chonnanaa unna?"

(Did I say anything to you when you talked for so long?)

She pinched my cheek.

"Aiyo chellakutty vaa vaa paakalaam.. naan chumma sonnen di... nee pesu yaaru venaa nu sonnaa?"

(Oh dear, come on, let's watch. I just said it casually... You can talk anything you want.)

I pursed my lips, and we both searched for the movie on my laptop and started watching it.

Just as we reached the midpoint of the movie, which we had seen many times before, my phone rang loudly with a call from Vinitha ma'am.

"Kamali, Vinitha mam call pandraa.. pause pannu"

(Kamali, Vinitha ma'am is calling, pause the movie..)

I said, removed my AirPods, and she paused the movie.

"Hello mam"

"Seetha keela office kitta irukka room ku vara mudiyumaa da?"

(Could you come to the room near the office, Seetha?)

She asked me.

"Yen mam? Ennaachu?

(Why ma'am? what happened?)

"Illa konjo marksheets ellaam arrange pannanu, and vara presentation ku pdf ready pannanu help ku vaa ma"

(No, I need to arrange some mark sheets and get the PDF ready for the presentation. Can you come help me?)

"Dho varen mam"

(Sure mam. I'm coming)

"Thanks da. Porumaiyaa vaa"

(Come slowly, no rush)

"Okay mam"

I disconnected the call and turned to Kamali, giving her a sheepish smile and playfully pinching her chin.

"Sorry di. Vinitha mam ku yedho help venumaam"

(She need some help itseems)

"Seri paravala maami nee poitu vaa marandhuraadha andha handsome eh paaka ponum lunch break le seekro vandhuru"

(Okay, don't worry, mami. You go and don't forget to come quickly during the lunch break to see that handsome man)

"Aah. Paakalaam"

(Yeah, let's see)

I smiled at her and placed the AirPod on the table, took my phone, and stepped out of the classroom.

The misty atmosphere around our college caused my lips to curve into a smile, and I rubbed my left arm, feeling the chill spread over me completely.

"Enna oru climate uh!"

(What a climate!)

I watched as birds flew through the thick mist, standing on the corridor bridge. Admiring them, I slowly made my way towards the lift, standing there and checking my phone.

I absentmindedly tapped my finger on the screen, turning it off and on again, while staring at the floor number displayed in the lift.

0

Huff.

"Seekro seekro seekro"

(Fast, fast, fast)

1

I started drumming my fingers on the back of the phone.

2

The lift stopped for a minute on the third floor before continuing up to the fourth floor.

"Happaaa da"

(Finally)

I locked my phone and waited for the lift, pressing the button repeatedly as if it would make the lift arrive faster. 

Finally, the doors opened. 

I glanced down at the lift floor, but as I lifted my foot to step inside, a strong, deep voice spoke in my ear.

"Take the stairs, ma"

With a deep frown on my face, I lifted my head, feeling like it was a monumental task to meet the height of the person beside me. 

My gaze fell on those...

Hot chocolate brown eyes!

I blinked once and stared at those gorgeous eyes. My frown turned into a mixture of shock, admiration, and neutrality. 

In the next moment, I forgot everything around me. It felt as though my world had stopped, and I was in the same place as the birds I had seen earlier, flying through the thick mist.

"Take the stairs, ma."

Again, his words echoed in my mind, and I frowned as he walked away. 

Gripping my phone tightly, I pushed loose strands of hair behind my ears and took a deep breath. When I finally looked up, I saw that the lift doors had closed.

I scrunched up my face and sighed, frustrated to see the floor number revert to '0' again.

Now I have to wait for the same lift to reach the fifth floor again? 

The best and worst annoyance ever in my life!

But one thing became a constant vow for me,

Ennavaa irundhaalum lift le dha porom.

(Whoever says anything, I must have to take the lift to reach the ground floor.)

But when my gaze fell on the same tall man, he was leaning against the corridor slab with two bags beside him, holding his phone in his hands.

"Ippo thirumba lift le ponaa kandippa thitta dha seivaa.. enna pannalaam.."

(Now if I take the lift again, he'll definitely scold me. What should I do?)

I thought to myself, lowered my head, took a turn, and hid behind the wall that led to the terrace.

Then, I smirked proudly at my own cleverness.

"Mm yaarkitta?"

(I'm such a genius and he must know that)

I grinned, peeking out to see the lift had reached the second floor. But I frowned and tilted my head to see that man again, quickly hiding behind the wall when I felt like he was turning his gaze towards me.

"Ivaa professor'aah iruppaa polaye. I'd card staff'ngalodadhu dha potrukkaa. Ennamo. Professor naa? avaa mattum lift le polaamo?"

(He looks like he might be a professor. He's wearing an ID card of the staff. Whatever. Just because he's a professor, does that mean only he can take the lift?)

I twisted my lips and waited for the lift, tapping my phone in my palm again. 

When the lift arrived at the fourth floor, I moved towards it without averting my gaze from the closed doors of the lift.

As I expected, he spoke again.

"Tricky?"

I stopped and shut my eyes. 

"Use the stairs, ma."

His quick and curt words revealed his arrogance. 

Biting my lower lip, I reluctantly chose to take the stairs to get to the ground floor. But I was determined to take the lift when I returned to the fifth floor.

Gripping the rail of the stairs, I descended slowly, taking each step carefully, as I had some past experience of stumbling on the steps and hurting myself.

Despite my fear of missing a step, the person behind this fear was infuriating me.

I twisted my lips in frustration.

"Haan.. naan oru aal yeruradhu'aala enna indha lift odanju keela vilundhudumo? Enna aalu ivaaa chey. Aaraa irukkum pudhusaa? Oruvela project coordinator?"

(Hmm... Is he worried that the lift will break and fall just because I gets on it? Who is this guy anyway? Someone new? Maybe the project coordinator?)

I gasped, realizing that he must be the new professor who joined our department today. 

To confirm, I called Kamali, the only person who had seen him.

"Sollu maami"

(Tell me)

As soon as she answered the call, I threw the question at her without any preamble.

"Hey Kamali, andha project coordinator enna colour shirt potrundhaa?"

(Hey Kamali, what color shirt was the project coordinator wearing?)

I asked her, as my subconscious mind had stored the color of his shirt. 

It was dark green.

"Yen di Ennaachu?"

(Why? What happened, Seetha?)

She sounded confused at my sudden question

"Nee chollu dee"

(You tell me)

I urged her.

"Green shirt"

My eyes widened, and I stared down at the steps.

"Dark green?"

I probed further.

"Yes"

I rolled my eyes.

"Green shirt. Avaaale dha."

(Then it's him)

I groaned in annoyance.

"Enna di aachu? Yevaala pathi maami ippo pesindu irukkinga?"

(What happened? Who are you talking about right now?)

She asked in my brahmin accent.

"Hey, avaala handsome nu mattum nenachudaadha dii. Seriyaana arrogant, attitude, urru face"

(Hey, did you just think of him as handsome? He has such an arrogant, attitude, and that stern face ughh..)

I huffed, muttering various names for that new professor out of frustration. 

And they were definitely not nicknames—just expressions of my anger.

Kamali noticed my annoyed tone and giggled in response.

"Ennaachu nu nee ippo ipdi pongura maami?"

(Why are you reacting like this now?)

Is she asking casually? 

Naan inga evlo periya pretchanai le irukken!

(I'm dealing with so much stress here!)

"Lift le poga koodaadhu nu cholli avaa enna thitteetaa di"

(He scolded me not to take the lift, Kamali)

I started speaking quickly, but then I whined at her, gritting my teeth.

"Achacho maami, nadandhu poriyaa?"

(Acho maami! Aren't you taking the lift? )

She asked me with concern, which was exactly what I needed to help reduce my anger.

"Aama steps le yerangi poren nokku theriyumo?"

(Yes, I'm taking the stairs. You know?)

I pouted and reached the ground floor, then walked towards the office room located past the corridor in the separate building connected to the main building.

"Seri medhuvaa po maami, varumbodhu lift le vandhuru"

(Seri go slowly. When you return, take the lift. Okay?)

She tried to lift my mood, I think, because she knows about my fear of taking the stairs.

"Aama avaaa vandhaa kooda naan chollindu lift le dha varuven paaru"

(Yeah, even if he comes, I'll still take the lift)

I said it grumpily.

"Ser kova padaama po.. seekro vaa we have to meet him"

(Okay, let's not get angry. Come quickly, we have to meet him.)

I groaned.

"Seri varen"

(Okay I'll come)

"Okay bye di chello"

She replied.

"Bye"

I smiled at her endearment and opened the door to the personal cabin at the office, finding Vinitha Mam inside. She returned my smile warmly, and after declining the call and putting my phone away, I sat beside her at the long table, which was covered with papers and mark sheets.

"Vaa Seetha. Enna ivlo nero?"

(Come, Seetha. where have you been all this time?)

She asked, glancing at me before returning to her task of grading answer papers. But her question frustrated me once again.

"Haiyo mam. Adha vera yen kekuringo? Andha pudhu project coordinator irukkaalo illayo?"

(Aiyo mam! Why are you asking that? Do you know the new project coordinator?)

"Aama.. Aayush sir"

(Yes)

Vinitha Mam narrowed her brows at me, but I continued speaking.

"Haan avaale dha. Lift le poga koodaadhu, 'take the stairs ma' nu thitteetaa enna"

(Yeah that's him who scolded me to take the stairs when I waited for a lift)

She looked at me with a sad smile.

"Acho. Avaru apdidha ma konjo OCD aana aalu"

(Oh, he's like that, a little OCD person)

She reasoned.

"Mm"

Is this because of OCD?

Even so, he shouldn't have done like that.

Arrogant professor!

I thought and pressed my lips together.

"Adha vidu nee. Indhaa idhula arrear students oda marksheets, and all pass aana students oda marksheets nu thani thaniyaa vakkanum. Naan indha paper correction muduchuttu, CGPA work mudikiren"

(Forget that. Here, you need to separate the marksheets of the students with arrears from the marksheets of the students who passed. I'll finish this paper correction and then work on the CGPA.)

She told me about the work. I smiled at her and nodded, saying,

"Okay mam"

Then, we both started working, engaging in random conversation.

If the house has my parents to share my point of view with, and the classroom has my friends to stay enjoyed and share my complaints, it's always Vinitha ma'am behind it all.

We have a secret, healthy relationship that could be described as mother and daughter, sisters, friends—whatever it is, we share everything with each other. We vent our feelings, whether positive or negative, to get rid of our inner turmoil.

There are only good and sweet hearts around me.

"Aama da thambi apdidha saapduvaan"

(Yes, he will eat like that.)

She said, talking about her son, who's in 5th grade and hates eating rice in the morning.

"Nekkum morning choru saapdanum'aa pudikave pudikaadhu mam. Dosa dha"

(I don't like eating rice for breakfast either, ma'am. I only like dosa.)

"Haan theriyume. Daily rendu dosa mattum saaptu vandhura vendiyadhu"

(Yeah, I know that every day, you come to college after eating just two dosas.)

She teased me.

As I mentioned, she's quite familiar with everything about me.

I smiled sheepishly at her.

The workload turned out to be more intense than we had anticipated, extending into the lunch hour.

Kamali called me, urging me to join her in meeting our arrogant project guide. I asked her to proceed with the rest of our team because I still had work to finish here.

Vinitha mam also informed Kamali that she was the one who insisted that I stay here, and she asked Kamali to convey this if the guide asked about me. Kamali understood and ended the call.

"Edhaadhu cholla poraa mam andha sir"

(What if he says something mam?)

I asked to Vinitha mam, referring to that stern-faced professor.

"I will take care of it Seetha. Nee payapadaadha"

(Don't be afraid)

I just hummed and took a deep breath before telling her the students' marks for calculating their GPA and CGPA.

On my way back to the classroom, I took the elevator with Vinitha mam and mentally smirked, feeling like I had bested the person with the annoying rigid face.

"Seetha'na yaaru!"

(Seetha, the queen!)

I lifted my imaginary collar.

Vinitha mam glanced at me, and I quickly dropped my hand, pretending to adjust my hair.

She smiled and looked away, and I sighed in relief, glad that my playful gesture didn't embarrass me.

However, when the lift doors opened, my eyes widened in shock upon seeing the person standing outside.

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TBC...

Epdi irundhuchu??

The translations have made it appear incredibly long, even if I finish with a kutty chapter🚶‍♀️

Okay, three chapters uhm epdi irundhuchu? Is using a character's point of view okay or not?🌝

And oru doubt. Shall I write this book completely in English along with some brahmin tamil words inbetween?

Vote pannunga, comment pannunga. Thank you!❤

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