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The chilly Ooty breeze nipped at my nose, prompting me to pull up my hoodie for some warmth.

The humid climate only added to my frustration, ruining my morning jog against the cold wind. If I catch a cold, it would make enduring this weather even worse.

I sighed, cleaned up the mess on my balcony, tossing the beer bottles into a bag, and went down to place them near the house.

Technically, it's my father's house. If anyone asks who I despise most, it's him. 

I loathe him.

And I'll hate him until my last breath on this planet.

Placing the bag of bottles with a thud near the steps, I turned to head back inside, ready to start my gym activities. But I stopped abruptly when I saw the one person wished to avoid. 

Ignoring him, I walked past and headed to the gym room upstairs, adjacent to my room. Could still hear the faint clinking of beer bottles downstairs. He must be clearing them up.

A perfect act after committing a murder.

I smirked, shaking my head, and began my push-ups with fierce determination until sweat poured out of me despite the oppressive climate.

After completing my hundredth push-up, I stood up, grabbed the towel from the table, stretched my limbs, and wiped away my sweat.

It felt like heaven.

Rubbing off the sweat, I headed to take a bath in my hot shower. I pulled off my vest and boxers, leaving myself naked, and let the warm water cascade over me, soothing my toned muscles.

After drying off thoroughly, I dressed in black pants and a dark green shirt before descending the stairs to the kitchen. Upon seeing me, that man immediately left the kitchen, as if I'd been disturbed by him.

Why should I be disturbed to see that murderer? I clicked my tongue in annoyance and took out the dosa batter to make my breakfast. While the tawa preheated, I grabbed some tomatoes to prepare chutney, working on both tasks simultaneously, pouring the batter onto the tawa in a round, crispy layer.

With my plate of dosas and chutney, I moved out of the kitchen and sat at the dining table, directly opposite the man.

Ignore him, Aayush.

Told myself and focused on my food. But the murderer seemed to have other thoughts, clearing his throat to gain my attention.

What's he up to now?

"Kozhambu konjo vachukko pa"

(Keep a little curry too, pa)

Oh, the drama had begun!

I ignored his words, his concerns, focusing only on munching my favourite dosa. However,

"Innu evlo naal Aayush ipdiye irukka pora? Naan soldradha yen namba maatengura?"

(How long are you going to stay like this, Aayush? Why don't you believe what I'm saying?)

I clenched my free hand into a fist.

"Adhu oru accident Aayush, neeye anga irundhaalum apdidha aagi irukkum"

(It was an accident, Aayush. Even if you had been there, the same thing would have happened)

I closed my eyes.

What is he talking about? Would I leave my mom in that situation, just like that?

Like him.

Like this murderer.

Like the man my mom trusted so deeply!

"Aayush"

That's it. I should leave here as soon as possible before I lose my temper, especially in the morning. It wouldn't end well for my first day at work, which I joined solely for my mother's sake; even I despise that job.

"Seri Aayush saapadaadhu naan senjadha eduthuttu po. Anga canteen le food laa nallaarkaadhu. Un health dha."

(Alright Aayush, take the food I made. The food there in the canteen isn't good for your health..)

"Will you please shut the..."

I screamed but stopped shortly, the words caught in my throat, feeling my temper flare, hearing his insincere concerns, advice, and meaningless words—it was all just a drama, nothing more.

What a dramatic murderer!

"Aayush"

Upon hearing the other person's voice, I averted my gaze and looked at my friend, Elangovan, at the doorstep.

"Appa Aayush unakku avaru. Enna vaartha pesa vara nee?"

(He is your father, Aayush. What words are you using with him? )

His words only fueled my anger further.

"Yaaru yaarukku appa? Adhellaa yeppovo sethu pochu. Avarukkum enakkum Yendha oru relationship uhm kedayaadhu. Amma kaaga dha Inga irukken illanaa yeppovo ingerndhu kelambeerpen. He is just a murderer to me. En amma ve konna kolagaarar avaru. Mathapadi enakku avarukku yedhuvum kedayaadhu."

(Dad? Everything was settled long ago. Neither he nor I can have any kind of relationship. I'm here only for Mom. If not, I would have left this place earlier. He is just a murderer to me. He's the one who killed my mother. Besides that, there's nothing between us)

I roared in my friend's face and stormed into the kitchen with the half-eaten dosa plate. Placing it on the counter and washing my hands, I started to head upstairs to my room but then turned towards the man.

Oh, I forgot to mention something.

Taking a few steps down, I stared into his eyes before saying,

"Indha professor velaiku naan ennamo neenga solli dha poren nu nenachuttu irukkaadhinga. En amma solli dha poren. En amma ku naan nalla velaiku ponungradhu ishtam'ngradhu naala mattum dha poren. Purunjirukkum nu nenaikiren."

(Don't assume that I'm going to do this professor's job out of respect for your words. I'm doing it because it's something my mother likes. I hope you understand)

Leaving a final stare straight at his face, I rushed up the stairs and closed the door behind me with a thud before settling on the edge of the bed, pressing my fisted palms on the wooden cot.

Though tears of annoyance, anger, mistrust, and betrayal welled up in my eyes, I held them back and lifted my face to gaze at the portrait of my mother on the wall in front of my bed.

Sorry Mom, I couldn't protect you. I need you, Mom. I'm tired of this hopeless and depressed life of me.

Finally, a lone tear rolled down my cheek as I looked at my mother's smiling face in the portrait.

She must have suffered so much.

That man must have tormented her.

I clenched my teeth and stared at the floor. But then, I heard the sound of the door opening, followed by,

"Aayush"

My friend stood there with a concerned face.

"Macha"

(Dude)

He called me again, perhaps noticing my red, teary, and tired eyes.

He placed his palm on my shoulder and sat beside me on the bed.

"Enna da macha?"

(What happened?)

Averting my gaze to the floor, I muttered,

"It's getting late. Polaam macha"

(We should leave, dude)

I replied, stood up, and moved into the restroom. Closing the door behind me, I splashed water from the sink tap onto my face until my tears stopped and my mind cleared, focusing solely on my mother and the work she had encouraged me to pursue.

"Everything is for you Mom", I whispered to myself as I dried my face. 

Giving a tight smile to my friend, who shook his head and left the room, I quickly shoved my wallet and phone into my pants pockets, packed my laptop and chargers into my laptop bag, and grabbed the key of my Enfield Bullet from the hanger.

Locking my room from the outside, I made sure no one could enter, especially that killer.

I sighed, hurried down the stairs, and hastened my steps out of the house, catching a glimpse of that man staring at me from the dining room.

Elangovan and I hopped onto our bikes, which are the same black Enfield Bullet we bought through our part-time enjoyment of winning football tournaments across Tamil Nadu.

The hairpin bends, usually bustling in the morning, were quiet today due to the thick mist. Only trucks loaded with market goods and bikes carrying families or couples were in sight.

I sighed again and pulled up my mask.

After a long half hour, we reached the location, parked our bike, and got off.

"Class irukkaa unakku inniku?

(You have class today?)

Elango asked me as we waited for the elevator to arrive to go to the fifth floor of the college.

"Aama macha, first year"

(Yes dude)

I replied.

"Enakku, second year da"

(It's second year for me)

We entered the elevator after a few staff members and students exited. With a disapproving look, I leaned back against the lift's railing, crossing my arms below my chest.

I noticed several students waiting for the lift on every floor of the college. However, when the doors opened and they saw the female staff member who was in front of me, they quickly stepped back with stealthy glances. I shook my head at their lack of maturity.

"They're in college but still lack maturity", I thought to myself as we reached the fifth floor. We walked into the staffroom from there.

"Second room dha da faculty room"

(The faculty room is the second one)

He said, but I gave him a look, saying,

"Elango, professional aah iru."

(Be professional, Elango)

I reminded him, he nodded, and we entered the staffroom.

"Indha place dha ungalukku"

(Here, this is your cabin)

Elango said to me.

I nodded and took a seat near the window. Bending down to place my bag on the floor beside my chair, I paused, when my attention caught by something I heard.

"Hey dear machaan, nee manasu vachaa Namma orasikalaa nenju jigu jigu dha."

(Hey my dear machaan, if you put your mind on me, will we embrace each other? My heart is jig-jigging)

Who's that?

An unfamiliar smile spread across my lips after a frustrating morning.

I noticed the ID card dancing in the air, held by tiny fingers, which are likely half the length of mine.

Shaking my head, I chuckled and took my seat as the humming ceased.

"Hey, my dear Rani En Drea.."

Again? I wondered, biting my lower lip.

"Seetha"

The voice of the female staff from behind my cabin was followed by my friend's voice at the entrance of my cabin.

"Aayush"

I turned to see Elango, who took a chair from the neighbouring cabin and sat beside me.

"We have a meeting with Hod"

He informed.

"Yeppo?"

(When?)

"Good morning, mam"

I turned around and saw the person with braided, long hair that reached below their waist.

"Ippo da. Kelambu polaam"

(Now. Get ready we should go)

I glanced at Elango and simply nodded. Together, we left the staffroom. I silenced my phone and deliberately avoided looking into the window behind my cabin, trying to ignore thoughts of that "ID girl."

"ID girl? Shut up, Aayush" I scolded myself under my breath, rubbing my nape, curious to know who was the one with those little tiny fingers.

"Aayush"

Elango's voice brought me back to reality, and I looked at him innocently, hoping he wouldn't catch on to my distraction.

"Phones are not allowed. Poi place le late vachuttu vandhurunga."

(Go and place your phone in your cabin)

"Idha ulla irukkumbodhey solla enna da unakku?"

(Why couldn't you tell me this when we were inside?)

I whispered chided him and re-entered the staffroom to put my phone back into my bag.

Elango tapped on my cabin window.

"Enna da?"

(What?)

I asked, opening the window.

"Professional aah Irunga"

(Be professional)

He said, but I chose not to respond, as one of our students passed by. He gave me a triumphant smile and walked away.

I shook my head with a sigh, smiled, and then closed the window before heading towards the HOD cabin behind one of the female staff.

The faculty members had already gathered there, and I stood beside Elango, with a female staff member on my right side.

"Good morning, everyone"

"Good morning, sir"

We exchanged greetings, and I couldn't help feeling like we were all students again.

Enna kind of feelings, da undhu? Shoppaa.

(What kind of feelings are these, really? Quite strange.)

I sighed inwardly.

"So, as Mr. Shanmugam steps down, here we have Mr. Aayush Kumar, our final year project coordinator, a member of the sports club, and a Python professor"

The Head of the information technology department said, smiling at me. I returned the smile politely.

"Nice to have you with us, Aayush sir"

He continued, extending his hand for a handshake.

I shook hands with him, maintaining a polite smile.

"Just so you know Aayush, we are currently focusing on our NAAC accreditation for the college. Please coordinate with your fellow teachers regarding your work and schedules"

He explained.

"Sure, sir"

Although I knew about Elango's 'late working hours' due to the NAAC process, I responded to him as if I was unaware.

Elango glanced at me briefly. I resisted the urge to look back at him, suppressing a smile.

"And you can start organising your project segments and coordinator allotments, Aayush"

I smiled, but needed to clarify something with him.

"Sure, sir. But, regarding the coordinator allotments, I would prefer to follow the same approach as Mr. Shanmugam did. He agreed to transition his teams under my supervision."

"That sounds good. Also, for mentor allotments, Vinitha mam neenga paathukonga"

(Vinitha mam take care of it)

He said to the female staff who was standing beside me.

"Okay sir"

She replied.

"Anything else?"

"No, sir"

"Thank you"

He thanked us, and we reciprocated before leaving his room for the faculty room.

"Lap eduthuttu polaam"

(Let's take the laptop and leave)

I said to Elango. He nodded and headed off to his cabin, which was two cabins after mine.

We grabbed our laptop bags and exited the staff room, making our way towards the lift to go to the third floor for our class.

I pressed the lift button, and we waited.

"Mentor ku enna poda poraanga nu therila. Boys pottaa happy dha"

(I don't know who they're going to assign under my mentoring. If it's boys, I'll be happy)

I mentioned the one thing that was troubling my mind.

"Nee yen da ipdi irukka?"

(Why are you like this, dude?)

He chided.

"Professional"

I grinned at him, and he sighed.

As we entered the lift and the doors closed, my phone chimed with a message from Mr.Shanmugam in the final year group.

"Hello Students, It was my pleasure to work at this college. Now I'm relieving myself of this wonderful place for my own personal reasons. Hereafter, Mr. Aayush Kumar will be your project's main coordinator, and he'll be there to guide you all.

To the students under my guidance. Please take care of your new guide, Aayush and have fun. 😄

I wish all the students a bright and prosperous future. Thank you ❤️💐"

I smiled at his message, reacted with an emoji, and sent him a private message to express my gratitude for the sweet welcome message.

"Thank you so much, sir"

As we exited the lift, Elango hurried ahead since we were already fifteen minutes late for our class due to a meeting with the HOD. 

But, I slowed down when I was added to a new group named, "Main Project (Official)".

I sent a message to the final-year project team, saying,

"Hello team, I'm actually more happy to work with you all. Yeah, I'm going to be your guide from now on. Do come and meet me in my cabin during the lunch break to discuss your project with me. Let's finish off this with more sincerity. And there are two teams that were guided by Shanmugam sir, right?"

After sending it,

"Aayush"

"You go ahead. I'll go after finishing this off"

Elango smiled and went to his class.

Meanwhile, I stood in front of the first-year class, waiting for a reply from the students in the group.

After a minute,

"Welcome sir. Yes sir, there are two teams"

I received a reply.

"Thanks for your response. Could you please share the names of the team leads?"

I wanted to know the team leads' names for professional reasons. My preference was to maintain a strictly professional relationship with my students, focusing solely on the assigned work. Despite my dislike for this job, I needed to do it at my mother's insistence and for my own financial independence, without relying on that man.

"Seetha, sir"

Seetha. I just stored the name of the student and frowned slightly, recalling there were two teams in this group under Shanmugam sir's guidance. I typed a message.

"Another lead?"

"Her name is Meghna, sir. She's not here yet"

Not here yet'na? It was already 9:20 in the morning, and Meghna had not yet arrived.

"Okay. Both teams, don't forget to meet me at the lunch hour"

Sending the message, pocketing my phone, I entered the first-year classroom.

The students stood up as I entered. Placed my laptop bag on the bench in the first row, centre column.

"Good morning. Sit"

They all sat in their places and stared at me.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before beginning.

"First year, right?"

I asked them.

"Yes sir"

Some of them replied audibly, many whispered among themselves, and a few simply nodded their heads in acknowledgment towards me.

"So, how many classes have been done so far?"

Again, a simple, blank stare.

"Alright, shall we start our class then?"

A few "okay"s were heard in response.

I took out my laptop and powered it on before moving to the centre of the class.

"Does anyone know which subject I'm going to be teaching you?"

"Python"

They chorused.

Great, improvement!

"Good"

Raking my fingers through my hair briefly, I asked them,

"So, who here is from the biology or pure science group?"

A few raised their hands, and I nodded.

"You're all new to coding, correct?"

"Yes sir"

Some of them nodded their heads.

But Shanmugam sir would have already taught them, right? Then why were they staring at me and saying it's new?

Even with one of the internals completed, they still weren't familiar with the basics?

I frowned inwardly.

"It seems like it might be new to them to grasp quickly" I thought, averting my glances to the other students.

"Do any of the computer science students here already know coding?"

I asked.

They went silent again.

Alright, Aayush, looks like it's going to be a challenge for you to get them up to speed with coding!

I mused to myself.

But I'm determined to equip them with this crucial skill. Even a little knowledge can greatly benefit their careers.

"Okay, let's go with some syntax-related programmes first, okay?"

"Yes sir"

They replied with what seemed like relief, and their faces lit up with curious smiles.

They're already excited about Python!

"Take notes, and I'll check them randomly"

I instructed.

They nodded eagerly, and I set up my laptop, connecting it to the classroom projector.

"Password?"

I asked, as a student came forward to log in to the projector.

Once connected, I thanked him and opened a notepad file. I titled it "Python" and drew two lines below using my writing pad.

"So, who created Python?"

I asked the class.

"Guido van Rossum"

They chorused.

A smiled inwardly again at their enthusiastic response.

They're still kids, though!

And thank God, I got a positive response from them for the first time.

"Good. There are many rumours about the name's origin. Some say it means a snake, while others believe it's from an old BBC television comedy series called Monty Python's Flying Circus."

They nodded with smiles. I wrote the name of Python's creator. Then, I marked a subheading for syntax.

Some copied down everything I wrote, while others simply gazed at me.

I sighed.

"Take notes, everyone"

I reminded them before continuing to explain the basic syntax of Python.

print("Hello, World!")

"Will the semicolon come at the end?"

I questioned them.

"No, sir"

They chorused again.

"Why?"

"It's only for Java, C, C++, and Javascript"

The girl in front of me on the second bench answered.

"Oh, just the semicolon differs from those languages and Python?"

I probed further.

"No sir, the entire print statement"

She murmured.

"Okay, tell me an example using one of those languages you mentioned."

I crossed my arms below my chest, waiting for her response.

"System.out.print or println in Java and just print in Python"

The same girl answered.

Maybe a rankholder, I thought.

"Good. And what about the rest of you? Do you all know what she is saying?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great. So what will be the output of this programme?"

I copied the programme I had written and pasted it into the Python compiler. They had already correctly answered in the middle of my typing, but I nodded and showed them the output on the screen.

"So, it's..."

I paused and waited for them to answer.

"Hello world"

Shaking my head, I corrected them,

"No. It's a Hello. Comma. World. And an...?"

I prompted.

"Exclamation"

They said.

"Right. Now, if I change this..."

I modified the programme by removing the comma and exclamation mark, then glanced at them.

print("Hello World")

"Now, what will be your answer?"

"Hello world"

They chorused, matching the output displayed on the screen.

"Correct"

I affirmed.

As I proceeded to introduce another syntax, I noticed two boys at the backbench murmuring to each other while pretending to pay attention.

"Naan class nadathumbodhu enakku pudikaadha onnu enna theriyumaa?"

(Do you know what bothers me when I conduct a class?)

I asked calmly, gazing at my laptop screen. 

And when I lifted my eyelids, I noticed the boys had stopped talking, and others were seeing at me.

I shifted my gaze back to the laptop screen.

"Listen, pandra maadhiriye act pandradhu aana ungalukullaye pesikkardhu"

(When you act like you're listening, but you're actually talking to yourself)

I walked to the centre of the class, hands shoved into my pants pockets.

The two boys shared a look with each other.

"Last benchers, stand up"

They stood up, and others focused on them and me.

"Name enna pa?"

(What's your name?)

"Ajay sir, Vinayak sir."

They replied in unison.

"Mmm.. avlo mukkiyamaana vishyam edhaadhu pesa vendiyadhu irukkaa?"

(Mmm... Is there something more important that needs to be discussed?)

I asked them composedly.

They just looked at me and lowered their heads.

"Sit. And listen to the lecture."

They mumbled an apology, and I continued with another topic, but the bell rang.

It's over so quickly?

And then I remembered I had arrived 15 minutes late, so the 40-minute class was reduced to twenty-five.

"Okay, students. See you in the next class"

I said.

They all nodded. I packed up my laptop and writing pad.

"Vinayak"

He jerked and stood up.

"Switch off the projector."

He came forward, climbed on the first bench, lifted his hand to switch off the projector, and then stepped down.

"Thanks vinayak"

He offered me a faint smile and a brief "welcome sir" before returning to his seat.

"Lastly, students, a crucial reminder, I expect the first row to be occupied in our next class. Understood?"

I asked pointing to the empty first row.

"Yes, sir"

I exited the room, took a deep breath, and headed towards the elevator. I exchanged a smile with Elango, who was waiting for me.

"Epdi?"

(How?)

He asked me how my first class had gone.

I shrugged and shook my hand, palm facing backward, saying, 'It was okay'

He patted my shoulder, and I smiled back at him.

As Elango and I entered the lift, accompanied by a female staff member, we stood quietly, refraining from our usual banter.

When the lift stopped on the fifth floor, my attention was drawn to the girl staring at the floor, clearly waiting for us to exit.

I frowned.

What is she up to? Is she going to use the lift?

But students aren't allowed to use it.

As Elango and the female staff member passed her, I raised my eyebrows and said,

"Take the stairs, ma"

The girl, who had been staring at the floor, lifted her eyes and met mine.

It's a jet black one!

And I love black colours more than any other colours. It's a symbol of... elegance?

No, it's also associated with black magic. And she seemed to prove it by staring into my eyes.

Now, it was my first eye contact with a woman that lasted for a minute.

I took a deep breath to come out of the world I prefer not to go into and started walking away. But Elango, who was walking ahead of me, stopped and turned towards me with a frown.

I gulped nervously.

Naan kooda paaka koodaadhu nu dha da nenaikiren. Aana mudilaye.

(I thought I shouldn't look back either. But I couldn't resist)

I sighed inwardly thinking of my mate, because,

I have a strange obsession over the dark colors, especially black.

"Enna da?"

(what?)

I asked him.

"Restroom poitu varen nee po"

(I'll go to the restroom. You go)

He said and handed over his laptop bag to me.

I nodded but waited for him at the corridor itself seeing something and I smirked, when the same girl rushed out behind the wall when the lift comes back again from the ground floor.

Then, I changed my expression to neutral one and raised my voice a little.

"Tricky?"

She stopped and turned towards me with a innocent and a caught look.

"Use the stairs"

She huffed leaving from there, hearing my commanding tone.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Elango came there and took his bag from me.

"Yen ingaye nikkira?"

(Why are you still here?)

"Nothing summa dha"

(Simply)

"Seri enna inniku white bag? nalla dark colour aah dhane pa thambi nee kondu varuva?"

(Okay, why the white bag today? Aren't you usually the one who prefers dark colours, bro?)

He teased me. I rolled my eyes at him.

This particular obsession of mine is known only to him, my silly friend, not to..

As if you have many relatives and friends to share everything with.

My mind remarked suddenly breaking my words in the middle which made me gulp and I smiled at Elango awkwardly, entering the staffroom without responding to the questions he had asked while I was lost in my own world.

Having a strange obsession is okay, but having someone beside me to hear my problems and to share my happiness has always been a delulu for me, and it won't change at any cost. And I know that,

It's a bitter truth!

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TBC...

Epdi irundhuchu??

Our Aayush is a perfect blend of an extrovert and introvert la? Purindhu kolla mudiyaadha pudhir he is!

And oru important aana vishyam sollanum😈

I won't be using the characters' pov for romance chapters. Dot.

Ennaala mudiyaadhu. Author's pov le eludhardhey kashtam😭

In addition, unlike our lengthy stories, this one will be short. I might write 52 or 61 chapters in total. As a result, it can appear that I'm hurrying because this is new to all of you from me. But I can assure you that it will be enjoyable.

Indha chapter apdiye ennoda ithana naal coding days oda outcome maadhiriye irukkudhu le? 🚶🏻‍♀️🤣😭

Vote pannunga. Comment pannunga marakkaama❤️🤧

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