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My eyes searched for her aimlessly when I received the cup of victory, unaware at first that I had won. But I felt a deep disappointment upon realizing she wasn't here. Even as I held the trophy and celebrated on the field after scoring a goal, I felt a sense of pride, almost as if my chest was being tapped affectionately.

Despite all this, I still felt disappointed because I had expected she would be here. My sense of expectation seems to react only in her presence, a feeling that took halt in my heart the moment my mother passed away. Whenever I hope for something good, it often ends in disappointment and regret. Yet now, my expectations are starting to bloom again.

Yet again, my expectations have left me feeling alone, even today.

Why did I expect she would be here?

After receiving hugs, handshakes, and praise from everyone, I rushed home and collapsed onto my bed, staring at my mother's photo.

I want to tell you everything, but my heart feels too heavy to even speak, Mom. I was expecting she'd be there for the trophy ceremony. Why do my expectations always seem to let me down, mom? Why does it always feel like I'm the only one facing this? Yes, I'm the one who pushed her away, made her cry with my harsh words, and told her not to have feelings or dreams about me.

But... but why, Mom? Why can't she come back to me? I know I am behaving like a fool, but my heart feels so weak, and I think, the only thing that seems to numb the pain is drinking.

It's the only way I can find to escape the incidents happening around me.

I took a bath, changed into a loose gym vest and shorts, and spent the night on the terrace, gazing at the dark sky and pouring rain while finishing off bottles of beer.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that man—the murderer—watching me from the entrance. He just turned and left without saying a word. I chuckled bitterly, looked up at the sky, and began to pour out everything to my mom in my mind.

"Amma. Unakku indha love at first sight'le laa nambikka irukkaa? Enakku laa suthamaa illa ma. Adhaa apdi thittunen. Naan yaaru ma avalukku? Illa ava dha enakku yaaru? Yaaru ne theriyaadhava crush, love nu sonnaa epdi ma yethukka mudiyum, illa epdi dha react pannanum? Enakku theriyaadhu ma.. enakku therila ma enna pannanum nu.. sorry ma"

(Mom, do you believe in love at first sight? I don't, not really. That's why I scolded her like that. Look, who am I to her? Or who is she to me? If someone tells me about a crush or love, how am I supposed to react? I don't know, Mom... I don't know what to do... sorry, Mom.)

As I continued my rambling, I stopped abruptly when my gaze fell on a silhouette behind the pillar. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, so I shook my head. But it was real.

I slowly stood up and moved toward the pillar quietly. The little fingers peeking out from behind it made me squint. Leaning against the pillar, I heard faint, muffled sobs from a girl. Frowning, I reached out and gently pulled her wrist to turn her around to face me without her noticing.

Upon hearing the gasping voice, my eyes met the same dark orbs that had been watching me, filled with guilt-ridden tears and a longing that pierced through. I noticed her pursed, pink, parched lips, with tears glistening at the corners, and her pointed nose that occasionally sniffled.

Her kohl-lined doe eyes fluttered as I whispered her name.

"Seetha"

She looked at me, frightened, and swallowed hard, lost in her own thoughts.

"Sir. Sorry theriyaama vanten vitrunga"

(Sir, I'm sorry. I came here without thinking it through. Leave me)

She said this and tried to wriggle free from my grip on her wrist, which I had tightened against her back.

"How did you get here?"

I asked, but her eyes were fixed on something. I frowned and followed her gaze to the beer bottles. Realizing her fear, I released her wrist and took a step back. However, I didn't expect her to rush out onto the terrace.

My eyes widened as I realized the old man in the room downstairs might see her, which sparked an unknown fear in me. I quickly grabbed her wrist again, pushed her against the wall, and covered her mouth when she tried to scream, standing in front of her.

I bent down to her level, looked into her eyes, and placed my index finger from my other hand on my lips.

"Don't. Don't shout. Okay?"

Her frightened eyes met mine, and she nodded in agreement. I removed my hand from her mouth, and she took a deep breath, still looking at me with fear.

"Sir please enna vitrunga. Naan poyidren"

(Sir, please let me go.)

Mch. She's pleading with those innocent eyes, as if I'm the one who had kidnapped her to this terrace.

"Po. Ennamo naan unna Inga kidnap panneetu vandha maadhiri peseetu irukka?"

(Go. Are you talking as if I've kidnapped you and brought you here?)

I asked, raising my brows at her. She blinked, wiped her tears, and seemed to return to reality. 

I took a deep breath and asked,

"Yedhukku vandha?"

(Why are you here?)

I sat on the bean bag, and she continued to stand there, watching me.

"Unna dha Seetha. Inga yedhukku vandha? Epdi vandha?"

(I'm asking you, Seetha. Why are you here? And how did you end up here?)

I asked, adding another question, but she remained as still as a statue. I sighed, pulled the sofa chair from beside me to in front of me, and tapped it twice with my palm before looking up at her frightened face.

"Mm. Utkaaru"

(Sit)

She gulped, and I turned my gaze back to the chair. I caught her wrist with my right hand and gently pulled her toward the chair. And with my left hand, I held the chair's leg to prevent it from falling when she sat down with a thud due to my pull.

She gasped, looking at me and the beer bottles, her throat bobbing with frequent gulps. I sighed and snapped my fingers in front of her face. She jerked, her gaze snapping back to me, along with her fear returning.

"Unta dhane kaettutu irukken? Beer bottle eh paathuttu irukka? Yen unakku venumaa?"

(I'm asking you, right? So why are you looking at the beer bottles? Do you want them?)

She widened her eyes and shook her head quickly.

"Aiyo perumaaley, abachaaram abachaaram !"

(Oh God! It's indecent.)

She tapped her cheeks with her palms, her doe eyes wide open. I controlled my chuckle, shook my head, and asked,

"Appo, yedhukku vandha?"

(Then why did you come here?)

She lowered her face to her lap, and I watched her fidgeting with her half-saree. I sighed.

"Seetha. Yedhuvum illanaa kelambu. Ipdidha midnight le oru paiyan veetukku varadhaa?"

(Seetha, if there's nothing, then leave. How would you come to a man's house at midnight?)

She shook her head and looked at me.

"Pinna yen ma vandha?"

(Then why did you come, ma?)

She smiled at last at my calm voice and opened her mouth to speak.

"Neenga setha kanna moodrelaa?"

(Could you close your eyes for a moment?)

I furrowed my brows.

"Kanna moodanumaa?"

(Close my eyes?)

"Mm"

She nodded and hummed in response.

"Yedhukku?"

(For what?)

I frowned.

"Neenga kanna moodungolen naan apro soldren"

(Close your eyes. I'll tell you then.)

I frowned and closed my eyes. However, I peeked with one eye and saw her taking something from her waist. I quickly shut my eyes again, gulping as I imagined how smooth it might be. Shaking my head, I asked,

"Seetha ennaachu? Kanna thorakkattumaa?"

(Seetha, what's happening? Can I open my eyes now?)

"Mm thorango"

(Mmm, open it)

I opened my eyes to see her extending her hand towards me, holding a baby pink purse. 

I looked at her, puzzled.

"Enna idhu?"

(What's this?)

I asked.

"Pudingo"

(Take it)

She said pointing at the purse.

"Idhu enna nu sollu"

(Tell me, what's this first)

"Puduchu paarunga neengale"

(See it yourself)

I frowned but took the purse from her. I examined it thoroughly, both front and back, but found nothing on the outside.

"Enna?"

(What?)

"Thorandhu paarungo"

(Open it and check inside.)

I frowned, opened the zip of her purse, and took out a piece of brown paper. Seeing some words written on it, I looked at her before reading it silently in my mind.

"Ennadhu idhu?"

(What's this? What's wrong?)

"Adha padinga"

(Read it)

I felt as if she were teaching me, and I was simply listening.

"Padikardhaa?"

(Read?)

"Mm"

I sighed and read it in my mind again. But,

"Sathamaa dhaan padingolen?"

(Could you read a little out loud?)

I looked at her, raising my brows at her annoyed tone with a hint of intimidation. She smiled sheepishly in response.

"Sorry. Sathama padinga sirrr please"

(Sorry. Could you please read a little loud sirrr?)

I shook my head and read the words,

"Invisibley Mieru Maai?"

"Podhum podhum"

(Enough, enough)

She stopped me, not letting me read it completely, as something was written at the bottom of the paper. I looked at her.

"Naan ungalukku theriyuranaa?"

(Am I visible to you?)

I frowned at her. 

What is she doing?

"Enna paathaa epdi irukku unakku?"

(What do you think of me?)

"Handsome'aah irukkel"

(You look handsome)

I raised one eyebrow at her words, feeling exasperated. She pouted her lips and lowered her head.

"Sorry. Neenga nekku theriyuringo, naan ungalukku theriyuren. Aanaa naan adhey words padichaa naan ungalukku theriya maaten"

(Sorry. I can see you, and you can see me. But when I read these same words, you can't see me.)

She explained, pointing at the paper in my hand. The effects of the beer and her words made my head spin in all directions. I groaned, holding my head with my palm, and glanced at her. Her frightened look made me sigh.

"Konjam puriyura maadhiri soldriyaa?"

(Can you explain it to me in a way I can understand?)

I asked.

"Puriyura maadhiri dhane? Kodunga andha paper'eh"

(Understandably? Okay, just give me that paper.)

She took the paper from me and looked at me, 

"Bayandhuraadhingo"

(Don't get scared.)

She warned me and I frowned when she averted her gaze back to the paper and uttered the words I read the minute ago,

"Inivisibley Mieru Maai"

My vision blurred, and I couldn't see her.

"Seetha"

I shook my head, but I still couldn't see her. I shook my head again and looked around at the beer bottles, the sky, the pillars, the terrace flowers, even the raindrops—everything was visible except Seetha. I frowned, feeling shocked and scared.

"Seetha. Enga poita?"

(Seetha, where did you go?)

I looked around and stood up, but before I could react, I was shocked and fell back onto the bean bag with a thud when she suddenly appeared in front of me. 

I was terrified—what is she?

Is she a ghost?

"Am.."

She covered my mouth with her palm, leaning down to me when I opened my mouth to shout in fear.

"Sir, please. Bayapadaadhinga nu sonnen le? Naan yerkanave bayandhu poi irukken. Neenga edhaadhu pannuvinga nu dha inga vandhen aana neengale ipdi bayandhtutu irukkinga?"

(Sir, I told you not to be scared, didn't I? I'm the one who's already terrified. I came here because I thought you might help me, but here you're getting scared like this?)

She was saying something, but I gently pushed her hand away from my mouth and touched the cloth on her forehead with my fingertips.

"Ennaachu?"

(What happened?)

I asked, dazed, as she stood up straight, gulping. I cleared my throat and straightened myself from the bean bag as well.

"Adhu, adi patruchu. Aana naan soldradha konjo kelungolen? Naan ippo maranju ponen le? Andha maadhiri dha indha words padichaa naan maranjiduven. Adhey maadhiri idhukku pinnaadi irukka indha words padichaa thirumba visible aagiduven"

(That's something I got hit by somewhere. But can you listen to what I'm saying? You saw that I became invisible, right? It's like this; if I read these words, I become invisible, and when I read these alternative words, I get my visibility back.)

I listened to her words patiently and looked at her, astonished.

"Maranjiruviyaa?"

(You became invisible?)

"Aama sir. Nekku enna panna nu therila naan.."

(Yes, sir. I don't know what to do. I..)

"Iru iru. Nejama maranjiruviyaa? Illa edhaadhu enkitta prank pandriyaa?"

(Wait, wait. Are you really saying you'll become invisible, or are you just playing a prank on me?)

I asked her, growing suspicious since it's not something I could believe easily. She sighed, glanced at the paper, and read the words aloud. Just like that, she vanished into thin air again. I gasped and slapped my forehead in disbelief.

"Maa maa. Podhum ma summa dha kaetten. Thirumba vaanga"

(Ma, ma, Enough. I'm just asking. Come back.)

I said, and she reappeared. I sank onto the bean bag with a thud, covering my face with my hands. She sat on the chair in front of me, watching me silently.

"Sir"

She whispered. I managed to compose myself, parted my legs, and pulled the chair forward between my legs with her still seated on it.

She jerked, looked at me with shock and surprise at my sudden move. Maintaining eye contact, I began to speak while holding onto the chair's leg.

"Inga paaru. Naan unakku idhula help pandren. But enna nadandhadhu nu mulusaa first le irundhu enkitta nee sollanu. And let me repeat, I'm just helping you. Nothing more than that. Okay?"

(Look, I'll help you. But you need to explain everything to me from the beginning about what's happening. And let me repeat, I'm just helping you. Nothing more than that. Okay?)

I asked her, arching my eyebrows in an intimidating manner. Instead of getting scared, she just grinned and nodded her head. And I sighed.

"Sollu"

(Start)

She explained how she got the paper and her mother's reaction to the magic. She recounted trying the magic again the next day, discovering the power of the words. Then, she detailed how she ended up at my house, mentioning that while her father didn't react to her touch, a plate on the table did. She also described breaking a vase near the TV in the hall and crying out to her mother about my blabbers.

"Unga amma enga pon.."

(Where did your mother..)

"Appo un appa react pannala. But plate react pannuchaa?"

(So, your father didn't react, but the plate did?)

I interrupted her, not wanting to delve into my mother's death or see anyone's sympathy. I was aware she had figured out from my blabbers that my mother was gone out somewhere and that I was alone. I inwardly chuckled at her understanding and shook my head, thinking how childish she was. She frowned and just nodded in agreement for my question.

"Andha paper kudu"

(Give me that paper)

She handed me the paper, and I looked at it. Under the "Invisible" magic words, there was another phrase that read;

"Non~life but not a life"

What is that means? 

I squinted at the paper and took out my phone to search for the magic words. When I typed "Mieru meaning" into Google, the search suggestions that appeared at the bottom was,

"Mieru meaning Japanese"

Japanese?

I clicked it, and the meaning loaded as:

"To be seen; to be in sight; to look; to seem."

So, it means "Visible".

But what about 'Maai' ?

I typed it but stopped when I realized that it could be related to "Maayai", which means "illusion" or "magic" in Tamil.

So, it is, 'Invisibly Visible' magic. 

 To become Invisible from the state of Visible !

Then, I searched for the meaning of "Mienai", which showed;

"Cannot see"

And it is, 'Visibly Invisible' magic? 

To become Visible from the state of Invisible !

But what about the other words under the Invisible magic words, 

"Non~life but not a life ?"

I pondered over the phrase and looked up, only to find that Seetha was no longer in front of me. I frowned and glanced toward the open area of the terrace.

There she was, playing with the raindrops falling from the slab above her and rubbing her arms to ward off the chill. In her red half saree with golden blouse and skirt, she looked ethereal from behind. 

I stood up in daze and made my way towards her, intending to pull her inside to avoid the cold breeze. However, as I reached her, she turned swiftly and stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she saw me up close.

I looked into her black orbs, which seemed to cast a spell on me. My hands instinctively moved to the railings behind her, placing my palms on them, right next to her hands. She leaned back against the railings, staring at me with those innocent eyes. And when the words, 

"Non~life but not a life",

echoed in my ears again, I straightened up, removed my hands from the railings, and stepped back. I looked at her, who seemed to be coming back to reality, just like me. I cleared my throat and stood beside her, leaving distance between us.

"It's magical words, Seetha. I don't know how you came across this, but they're definitely magical. The meaning of 'non~life but not a life' might be that you can touch, and feel the non-living things, but not with living things."

She gasped looking at me and I added,

"And it's Japanese words"

"Japanese aah? Japanese words nekku epdi kedachirukkum?"

(Japanese? How could I have come across magic in Japanese words?)

She asked me.

"Adhaa therila. Innum oru dhadava Invisible aagi paaru. Enna'laa you can feel nu touch panni, or lift panni paaru"

(I don't know. Try becoming invisible again. See if you can touch or lift something and feel it.)

She nodded and stretched her hand towards me. I looked at her hand and then at her, frowning in confusion.

"What?"

"Paper kodungo. Adhula dhane irukku?"

(Give me the paper. Aren't the words in it?)

She pointed at the paper in my hand.

"Unakku nyaabagam illayaa?"

(Don't you remember?)

I asked.

She has these unique magical words but can't even memorize and keep them in her head.

"Illaye. English words nyaabagam vachukardhey nekku periya paadu, idhula naan enga poi Japanese words laa nyaabagam vachukardhu?"

(No. It's a big task for me to remember English words, so where would I find the space in my head to remember Japanese words?)

I chuckled and gave her the paper and she uttered,

"Invisibley Mieru Maai"

But before she disappeared, I felt her jolting in place and her grip tightening on my vest. Her knuckles brushed against my chest. I glanced at the lizard on the floor, and she reappeared.

"Aiyo amma palli"

(Aiyo ! Lizard)

She clutched me tightly when she saw the lizard on the floor next to our feet. I sighed, nudged the floor with my foot, and the lizard quickly scurried away. I glanced at her and her grip, but she was still fixated on the spot where the lizard had disappeared. I rolled my eyes and called out to her,

"Seetha"

"Mm"

Seetha, it's gone."

"What if it comes back again?"

She asked like a kid.

"Adhellaa varaadhu. Ippo nee enna konjo vidriyaa?"

(It won't come back. Now, why don't you let go of me?)

I asked, and she glanced at her grip on my vest with narrowed eyebrows. And she blushed, quickly moving back and shyly dashing against the railings behind her.

"Sorry sir"

I shook my head and looked at her. She was still blushing, her cheeks and neck flushed a deep red.

"Seetha, shall we start the work?"

I asked her sternly. She shuddered and looked at me with those doe eyes.

"Ye... yes sir"

"Mm"

I gestured for her to read the magic words, and she disappeared again. I waited, but my thoughts wandered back to the feeling of her knuckles grazing my chest. 

How could I have felt her hand against my chest if she wasn't supposed to touch living things in her invisible state?

I gulped and,

"Seetha. I know you can hear me. Just come and stand in front of me"

I waited a minute before continuing, lifting my left hand and showing her my palm.

"Touch my palm"

I added,

"Use your right hand"

And within a second, I felt her touch on my palm. I shuddered and grabbed her hand, looking at my palm which was still in the air. 

But, the fucking truth is, I can feel her hand. 

My breathing grew heavy.

"Don't become visible" 

I ordered her.

I slowly intertwined my fingers with hers, and it was real. I could actually feel her hand and her fingers entwined with mine. I hurriedly stepped back, releasing her fingers as I said, "Visible".

She became visible again and rushed towards me, frightened.

"Ennaachu sir?"

(What happened, sir?)

I gulped.

"Two..two minutes wait pannu"

(Wa..wait for two minutes)

I hurried to the bean bag, grabbed my phone, and called Elango.

"Aahhhh.. helloooooo"

I sighed, hearing his groggy and sleepy voice.

"Deii veetukku vaa da kelambi"

(Hey, come home quickly. Now)

"Ippovaa? Yen da ennaaachuu?"

(Now? Why? What happennned?)

He asked nonchalantly and I groaned.

"Please macha, emergency seekro vaa"

(Please dude, come fast. It's an emergency)

"Mmm seri vareennnn vaiii"

(Mmm. I'm cominggggg)

I sighed as the call ended abruptly and felt a tug on my vest from behind. I turned around to find her blinking at me innocently.

I looked at her like, "yaarii nee?"

(Girl, Who the hell are you?)

And she asked me again as,

"Ennaachu sir?"

(What happened, sir?)

"Seethaaaa... "

I was tempted to cup her cheeks and explain everything, but I held back and spoke to her calmly instead.

"Invisible aaguriyaa innorukkaa?"

(Can you make yourself invisible again?)

I asked as if pleading, and she responded without a moment's hesitation, which made me swallow hard at the depth of her trust in me. 

Why does she trust me so much?

I lifted my left hand, gulped nervously, and said,

"Try it again. Use your left hand this time"

I said it, but I couldn't feel her. So I added, 

"Use your right hand"

In the next moment, I felt her palm against mine. She intertwined her fingers with mine and gripped them tightly, perhaps thinking I couldn't feel her. I smiled, keeping my fingers stiff, and whispered,

"Touch my cheek, Seetha. With your right hand"

Her fingers abruptly withdrew, possibly shocked by my request.

"Please" 

I begged again, knowing it would surely work. As expected, I felt the softness of her palm on my cheek. I leaned into her touch, closed my eyes, then opened them and took her hand, intertwining our fingers again. Her grip tightened, and I responded in kind, staring at our intertwined hands. Yet, I couldn't see her fingers or her.

"Visible"

I ordered.

After a minute, she became visible again. I felt a softness against my chest and the tightness of my vest on my back. I looked at her, and she appeared frightened. I jerked and groaned, feeling something soft brushing against my chest again. Before I could process it further, I heard her call out,

"Professor"

I took a deep breath, grabbed her wrist, tucked her hand behind her, and dragged her close to my front.

"Did you just hug me?"

I asked angrily, my voice filled with disbelief. How could she have dared to hug me?

I glared at her, noting the fear in her eyes.

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Do you understand anything? It will become clear over time. And I'll make sure the invisible and visible parts are shown only a bit. Like in today's chapter. It won't disrupt their moments but will only bring them closer. That's the true essence of this story. So, don't worry :)

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