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The entire day of confusion regarding Seetha's seemingly normal yet unsettling and Kamali's frightened behaviour was resolved when I witnessed her actions towards me and the absurd, foolish love proposal she made.

What is going on with her? Has she lost her mind or what?

How could she propose to me like this?

What is she thinking? She is my student, not just an ordinary person.

Even now, I regret supporting her when Elango advised me to keep my distance with her while I was preparing for the match. 

I stood by her side. 

And when Kamali came and told Elango that Seetha was feeling down when he inquired about her, I felt every fault was fucking mine.

I was thinking about her family responsibilities, studies and felt guilty for giving her hope in any way. But, now, I deeply regret it. I completely remorse over it.

The positive thoughts I had about her vanished when she turned to leave after confessing her impractical love for me.

My anger reached its peak.

I grabbed her slim wrist and yanked her close, glaring fiercely into her eyes as she met my gaze.

"Are you mad?"

I asked, gritting my teeth. In response, she just smiled.

What on earth is wrong with her?

I was barely managing to control my anger, but she seemed to be making it worse.

"What will you do if my answer is yes?"

She asked, her eyes piercing mine boldly, only heightening my anger and irritation.

I gripped her arm tighter now than I intended and whispered through clenched teeth,

"Seetha. I'm your professor."

She winced slightly, placed her palm over mine where I held her arm, and raised an eyebrow with that infuriating smile.

"So?"

She replied.

What does she mean with that, "So?" I'm trying to impart some sense into her, yet she keeps responding with that damn smile.

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, and said calmly,

"You're not meant to love me."

Her brows furrowed, and she asked,

"Who said that?"

This girl

I glared at her again, gritting my teeth, struggling to maintain my calm.

It seems my fierce demeanor is the only thing that might penetrate her stubbornness.

"I am. I'm telling you that you're not supposed to love me. I'm your professor. Did you forget that?"

My voice grew harsher and I yelled at the end.

But she smiled widely, like a mad girl, and after a moment's thought, replied,

"No, I remember that you're my professor. But, may I say something?"

She exaggerated the word "my."

My eyebrows raised involuntarily as I looked straight into her eyes.

"And I'm saying that I'm the only one who's supposed to..."

As I leaned down to warn her, trying to intimidate her, she moved her face closer, inhaled deeply, and finished with,

"To love my arrogant professor."

She winked at me.

I was taken aback by her unexpected behavior.

How can she act like this?

Her black eyes, which had become an obsession of mine, seemed to respond well as I gazed into them for a moment before releasing my hold and turning away. I exhaled deeply.

"Sir" 

I heard her concerned tone.

"Leave" 

I muttered.

"Professor, I..."

Is she going to apologize?

I thought it was all a prank.

I cut her off abruptly, turning back to her and saying, 

"I don't want you to apologize; just leave."

But she sighed and rolled her eyes.

I frowned.

Her every action only fueled my anger further and further.

How dare she roll her eyes at me? I'm her professor, damn it!

"Why should I apologize?" 

She asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. I gritted my teeth, fisting my palms.

"I'm telling you now that I'll be sitting in the top right corner of the audience seat. I'll be wearing a lavender churidar, with my hair loose, small jhumkas, lined bangles, and a single gold pendant chain" 

She said.

My eyes followed each detail she mentioned, but when they landed on the pendant resting between her cleavage, I quickly averted my gaze, running my fingers through my hair, groaning inwardly.

"You can see me there. And I can give you the boost you need to play well" 

She added.

I looked up to find her with her arms crossed under her chest, eyebrows raised as if she were making an offer to me. I glared at her and replied, 

"I can play well on my own."

I roared in frustration, seriously annoyed by her behavior.

I noticed that, upon hearing my roar, Elangovan and Charan hurried inside.

Seetha shrugged her shoulders and blinked at me.

"Well, it's your loss, but don't forget that I.." 

She said, starting to continue, but I needed to stop her.

I glanced at Elangovan and Charan, who were watching us with shock, to signal that I wanted her to stop that useless love proposal.

Seetha caught my glance and then looked back at me.

"Don't forget what I said. All the best, professor" 

She smiled, before walking away, wishing Elangovan and offering good luck to Charan.

With a furious fire in my eyes, I stood there, staring at the path Seetha had taken.

Her behavior had driven me to the brink of insanity. I felt on the verge of smashing everything around me.

I saw Elango approaching, but before he could say anything, I turned sharply towards him, snatched the white headband from his hand, and stormed out. I pushed my hair back and placed the headband securely on my forehead.

Whistles.

The match began.

I tried to focus on the ball as it passed between the players, but the only thing that kept appearing in my mind was her. Those black orbs, filled with something new and unexpected, lingered in my thoughts, stirring feelings that shouldn't have surfaced.

Why can't she just focus on her family responsibilities and studies? What's happened to her? Where did that frightened Seetha disappear to? Who taught her to be so bold with me?

Well, this was the second proposal I've received. The first was from my mother's husband's sister, who asked me to marry her daughter—my cousin. I rejected it outright, telling her that I wasn't ready and had never viewed her daughter in that way. I don't even remember her face.

Now, receiving a proposal from my student is something entirely different. I know that many students have some kind of feelings for me, but I've always ignored them and maintained a serious demeanor. Yet, despite my efforts to be stern, Seetha has dared to be so audacious with me. 

How can she have such audacity?

In a world where most girls are scared by standing in front of me, she was not only bold enough to stand before me but also to stand close. To be honest, I felt her body heat radiating toward me, and her eyes roamed over my face and neck.

Whistles.

I stood still, watching my team joyfully running towards each other, and I glanced at the goal post to see the goal scored. I was completely zoned out—not just distracted, but also absorbed by Seetha's behavior.

When the team came to me to celebrate, I hugged them and congratulated them.

Before the next round began, we took a drinks break.

"Aayush sir."

I turned to see Kaali, the coach, calling my name.

"Kaali sir."

I stood up to show my respect. After all, he is my coach.

"Sir, utkaarunga."

(Sir, please sit.)

I sat down, and he took a seat beside me.

Noticing his hesitation, I looked at him with a frown.

"Kaali sir, ennaachu?"

(What happened?)

"Sir, adhu(that)... are you zoned out or what?"

I was taken aback by his question.

I gulped and answered, 

"Apdilaa illa. Adhu..."

(Nothing like that. I...)

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond, and fell silent as he continued.

"Illa sir. Naraya ball miss panninga. Adhaa kekuren. Next romba crucial. If you want to share anything with me, do so, and try to concentrate on the game."

(No, sir. You missed a lot of balls. That's what I'm concerned about.)

I was stunned. I felt ashamed and guilty.

"Kaali sir. Neenga ponga naan pesikiren"

(Kaali sir, you go. I will talk with him.)

I lowered my gaze as I heard Elango's voice behind me. After Kaali sir spoke to him and left, Elango sat down beside me.

"Podhum Aayush. Nee Inga dha irukkiyaa illayaa? Whole stadium'uhm unna pathi dha peseetu irukkaanga"

(Enough, Aayush. Are you mentally present or not? The whole stadium is talking about you)

He said to me, and I looked at him with a frown.

"Unna laa yaaru indha team le eduthadhu? Professor naa andha velaya mattum paaka vendiyadhu dhane? Pasangaloda hardwork ayum kedayhirvaan pola, suthama velayaada therila, Yendha ulagathula irukkaan ivan"

(Who took this guy into this team? If it's just to see you as a professor, then why can't he handle that job alone? It seems like he is ruining the boys' hard work. You don't understand the game at all. Where in the world is this guy?)

I raised my brows at him. What is he blabbering now?

"Enna paakura? Idhellaa dha unakku stadium le irundhu vara comments "

(What are you looking at? These are the only comments you're getting from the audience in the stadium.)

I was shocked to hear that information.

I sat there simply staring at him with my heart racing.

"Ennaachu macha?'

(What's wrong, dude?)

I looked at him and silently shook my head.

Whistles

I stood up and went to the ground for the second half of the match, but I was stunned to see the opponents targeting me, believing I was the weak link.

Me?

I felt an increasing anger towards myself, not anyone else. I'm shame on myself.

The fault was entirely mine.

I missed a few passes and signaled Charan not to pass the ball to me anymore. He looked at me, stunned. I felt like I was zoning out again. On the next whistle, the opponents scored a goal, and the entire stadium, along with my teammates, sighed and blamed each other for poor performance.

There were two more goals scored by each team.

2-2

Now, only the penalty could decide the winner.

Kaali sir came and stood in front of me.

"Sir neenga ponga"

(Sir, you go.)

I shook my head hurriedly.

"No, Kaali sir. I can't."

"Sir yen ipdi pandringa? Unga naala dha naanga dhairiyam aah irundho. Aana ippo neengale ipdi irundhinganaa naanga enna pandradhu?"

(Sir, why are you doing this? We had our courage because of you. But now, if you're like this, what are we supposed to do?)

Charan asked me. I was left speechless.

"Sir please just think about us. Indha match mattum naanga jeikala'naa principal sir next engala yendha match kaadhu viduvaaraa nu kooda therila sir. Naanga final year. Naanga poyiruvom. Juniors'eh nenachu paarunga sir.  Please sir. Do this for us. Unga naala mudiyum sir"

(Sir, please just think about us. If we lose this match, we don't even know if Principal Sir will let us play another one. We're in our final year. We're leaving next month. Think about the juniors too. Please, sir. Do this for us. You can do it.)

Another teammate both blamed and encouraged me. With no options left, I stood before the goalpost with the ball at my foot, staring at the top right corner. I closed my eyes, visualizing the reason for my distraction,

"All the best, professor"

Her words echoed in my mind. I opened my eyes, but I was still zoned out. I lifted my foot, kicked the ball with all my strength, but I know it will miss the goal. We lost the game. I had let them down. I made them all worried. I was the reason for everything.

I blamed myself, feeling as if everything was my fault. I wanted to shout out my frustrations but was stopped when the referee's whistle blew, followed by cheers from the whole stadium, my fellow teammates, my students. To my astonishment, my students lifted me off the ground.

I blinked and looked at the goalpost and the scorecard. The score read:

3-2

We won?

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was sure that the ball will miss the goal. So how did we end up winning? What had really happened?

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