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Aayush

"Please, macha. Please, macha. Please, macha. Plea.."

(Please, dude)

I was cut off midway when Elango shushed me, gritting his teeth as he hissed,

"Seriiii... poi, thola. Pudhusu pudhusaa pannaadha, da. Manasu valikudhu"

(Alright... go away. Don't do anything new hereafter, man. My heart aches)

He whined at last.

I couldn't help but pinch his cheeks playfully before excusing myself to attend a call.

"Job call"

I lied to her parents and my father, stepping outside.

But, in reality, it was my plan all along-Elango had been the one to dial my number.

Pulling the neatly tucked shirt out of my pants, I marched towards her house, fueled by a petty desire for revenge. She had called me 'da' and 'dei' earlier, which irked me, even though I secretly loved it.

No lies.

She looked so adorable when angry.

Shaking my head with a small smile, I entered her house.

The living room was empty.

My brows furrowed as I turned towards her room door, which was slightly ajar.

Before I could take a step, my phone's ringtone echoed through the air.

With a sigh, I pulled it out and glanced at the screen-"Appa"

"Hello, pa?"

I answered.

"Enga da irukka? Veetukku vaa"

(Where are you, man? Come home)

My father ordered.

"Paa.."

"Don't make me repeat, Aayush. Vaa"

(Come soon)

The call disconnected, leaving me with a sigh of disappointment.

I turned to leave but froze when I heard a faint noise-something falling.

Frowning, I scanned the living room. But, everything appeared to be in its place.

Shaking my head, I turned to leave again, only to hear the sound once more.

This time, it was coming from the direction of her room.

"Seetha?"

I called hesitantly, stepping toward the partially open door.

The sound came again, sharper this time, and I didn't wait. Quickening my pace, I rushed forward and pushed the door open-only to be met with a sharp kick to my stomach.

I stumbled back and hit the floor with a thud, coughing from the unexpected blow.

Then, looking up, I froze in shock.

A joker-masked man stood before me, his physique strong and intimidating. His smirk stretched wickedly across the mask as he held my half-conscious Seetha.

Her hands were twisted behind her back, and tears streamed down her cheeks, glistening against the dim light of the room, while his arm clamped tightly over her mouth.

Anger coursed through me as my mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Without a second thought, I pushed myself up, ready to confront him.

But I shouted,

"Seethaa!"

As the masked man cruelly shoved her to the floor, twisting her away from his grasp. My heart clenched as her limp body hit the ground, and rage surged through me more.

The man smirked beneath his mask, tossing something to the floor.

Gritting my teeth, I wasted no time. I marched towards him, my vision clouded with fury, and grabbed him by the neck, strangling him with all my strength.

"You bastard! Who the fuck are you?"

I roared, my voice trembling with anger.

But he only smirked. Then, his hands clasped my wrist, and with a calculated move, he twisted my arm.

Pain shot through me as I yelled, but I acted quickly, spinning around to deliver a sharp kick to his knee.

He groaned and fell to the ground on one knee.

Ignoring my own pain, I turned, balling my fist, and swung a punch toward his face.

But, before my fist could land, a sharp, stinging sensation erupted in my calf as something-likely a knife-scratched deep into my muscle.

I hissed in pain but clenched my teeth in fury.

"Yaaraa nee?"

(Who are you?)

I growled, grabbing the nearest object-a flower vase from the dressing table. I smashed it against his head with all my might.

He screamed in pain, clutching his head where I had hit him. But, I didn't stop.

Fueled by anger and desperation, I lifted my leg and kicked him in the stomach again and again. His body curled with each blow.

But, suddenly, he twisted my injured leg and sent me crashing to the floor with a thud.

I cried out, my twisted hand and injured leg screaming in protest. Before I could recover, he straightened up to his feet, turned and rushed towards the door.

"Stay there!"

I shouted, crawling after him despite the searing pain and I managed to grab his calf, but with a burst of strength, he broke free and fled.

My screams of anger echoed through the room as he disappeared.

Then, breathing heavily, I turned my attention to Seetha, crawling towards her, I ignored the pain ripping through my body and tapped her tear-streaked cheeks.

"Hey, Seetha... Seetha, ma... Seetha, look at me! Please, inga paaru, Seetha..."

(Look at me)

I pleaded, my voice trembling.

But there was no response.

Her chest didn't rise or fall, and her stillness sent a cold dread through me.

My eyes burned as tears blurred my vision.

Biting my lip to hold back the overwhelming panic, my gaze fell on something-the syringe lying on the floor.

I picked it up with trembling hands.

And I came to know, something about this wasn't right-none of this was.

Determined, I dragged myself toward the doorway, reaching for my phone.

Before I could grab it, I heard a familiar voice shout,

"Aayush!"

"Elangooo!"

I screamed back, relief flooding through me.

Elango rushed in, his steps faltering as his eyes widened at the sight before him.

"Shit. What the fuck happened?"

He muttered, his voice thick with shock.

But, without waiting for an answer, he lifted Seetha into his arms.

I buried my face into the cold floor, tears streaming down my cheeks as I whispered brokenly,

"Macha... avala kaapaadhu da"

(Dude.. save her)

Elango cursed under his breath, carrying Seetha out as I prayed to every god I could think of to save her at any cost.

Moments later, my father and her father burst into the room, their cries blending with mine.

"Aayush, get up"

Appa urged, helping me to my feet, alongside her father.

We piled into the car, speeding towards the hospital. I took my phone, calling the DCP.

My voice was hoarse as I explained everything, urging him to come to the hospital immediately.

Then, leaning back against the seat, I winced at the throbbing pain in my leg and arm.

My voice cracked as I whispered her name one last time before everything went black.

"Seetha..."

And when I opened my strained eyes again, a blurry figure hovered above me.

As my vision cleared, I saw Elango's worried face.

"Seetha..."

I murmured, her name escaping my lips instinctively.

But, I jolted upright, attempting to get off the bed, however a firm grip on my shoulders stopped me.

"Iru, Aayush. Unakku adi patrukku da"

(Wait, Aayush. You're injured)

Elango said, his voice steady but concerned.

Frowning, I glanced down at myself. My left shoulder was tightly bandaged, my arm secured in a sling, and my calf was wrapped in white gauze.

Pain throbbed through my body, but my mind was focused on one thing,

Her tear-streaked, unconscious face.

Shaking my head, I grabbed Elango's shirt collar, my voice trembling with urgency.

"Seetha enga da?"

(Where is Seetha?)

"Macha.."

(Dude)

"Seetha enga?"

(Where is she?)

I demanded, my voice rising.

"Innum unconscious'ah dha irukkaa"

(She's still unconscious.)

He said quietly, his words hitting me like a blow.

My chest tightened, and my vision blurred as tears filled my eyes.

And without thinking, I pushed myself off the bed, limping towards the door.

But, Elango rushed to my side, his hands steadying me as I stumbled.

"Aayush, stop"

He said, guiding me back. But when he saw the desperation in my eyes, he sighed and wheeled a nearby wheelchair towards me.

"Utkaaru da please. Naan avakitta kooptu poren"

(Please sit. I will take you to her)

He muttered, helping me into the chair.

Then, without another word, he pushed me towards her ward.

My heart pounded as we approached, my gaze landing on her parents, a few relatives, and my father, all gathered outside the room.

They were speaking with the doctor, their faces etched with worry.

As we reached them, I heard the doctor say,

"Sedative injection. High dosage kuduthirukkaanga. So, half a day or even a full day unconscious'ah irukka chance irukku"

(They gave her sedative injection. With a high dosage. So, there's a chance she might be unconscious for half a day or even a full day)

Relief and worry wrestled within me. I opened my mouth, my voice hoarse, and asked,

"Sedative injection dhaane, doctor? Vera onnu illayae? Enkaila oru syringe...adhu.."

(Is it a sedative injection, doctor? Not something else, right? Because I got a syringe there... that...)

I glanced at Elango, searching for confirmation.

He nodded, and said,

"Naan appove adha doctor kitta kuduthutten, da"

(I already gave it to the doctor, da)

I glanced at the doctor who said,

"Yes. Lab test ellaame panniyaachu. Adhu sleeping pills mix pannadhu dha. Don't worry. And you should take care of yourself too"

(Yes. All the lab tests have been done. It's just the sleeping pills mixed in. Don't worry. And you should take care of yourself too)

He adviced me and left the place saying us to see Seetha wihtout disturbing her.

Her parents rushed inside with her few relatives and I heard,

"Seetha'ku onnum aagaadhu, Aayush"

(Nothing will happen to Seetha, Aayush)

Appa said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

But I couldn't relax.

My gaze darted toward the ward door, and I gripped the wheelchair's armrest tightly.

"I need to see her"

I said, my voice trembling.

Once her parents and her relatives took their time, Elango wheeled me inside the ward.

And my breath hitched as I saw her lying on the hospital bed, her face pale.

Tubes and monitors surrounded her, and my chest tightened at the sight.

"Seetha"

I whispered, my voice breaking as tears rolled down my cheeks.

And I reached out, my trembling fingers brushing against hers.

I sat there, watching her chest rise and fall faintly.

And my fists clenched, the urge to do something overwhelming.

But what? Who could have done this?

Whoever did this to her wouldn't get away with it.

I'd make sure of it.

I stayed beside her, my eyes fixed on her pale but a peaceful face.

With her hand rested between mine, and I kissed her knuckles gently, over and over, as if that alone could transfer all the strength she needed.

And I had refused the drips earlier for me, insisting I felt better physically, though I knew the truth-mentally, I was shattered.

The only solace I could find was in her warmth, and I clung to the thought that my presence and the reassurance I gave her, even in her unconscious state, might somehow reach her.

"You're fine, Seetha. Don't worry... Naan irukken unkooda"

(I'm here for you)

I murmured to myself, as much to console her as to convince myself.

As I tried to pretend she was just sleeping, that this was all a terrible nightmare we'd wake up from together.

But my fragile world was shattered when a voice interrupted me.

"Aayush. DCP vandhirukkaaru"

(Aayush. The DCP has arrived)

Elango said quietly from the doorway.

Gritting my teeth, I let out a shaky breath and turned around.

Then, reluctantly, I placed a soft kiss on the inside of her palm before wheeling myself out of the room.

The sight of DCP Shivadith Vetrivel standing there waiting for me made my anger boil over.

This was the man who had promised me there would be no harm, no danger to her.

But now, here we were.

I stood up from the wheelchair, ignoring the pain shooting through my leg, and grabbed the collar of his uniform.

"Unna nambi dhaane irundhen?"

(I did trust you, didn't I?)

I growled, my voice trembling with rage and pain.

"Aayush!"

Both Elango and Appa rushed forward, pulling me back into the wheelchair.

And I sat down heavily, breathing hard, as the DCP sighed and knelt before me on one knee, his head bowed.

"I am really sorry, Mr. Aayush"

He said, his tone filled with regret.

"Naan othukuren. En melayum thappu irukku. And I deeply regret my lethargicness"

(I will take the blame. I have also made mistakes, and I deeply regret my negligence)

I clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, refusing to meet his gaze, my voice barely holding back the fury and disappointment I felt.

The DCP took a deep breath, his expression grim but determined.

"I am sorry, Aayush. But I promise you this, within the next two hours, I'll find the man who did this to her. I'll ensure he gets the punishment he deserves. Trust me. Seetha kan mulikardhukkulla avana puduchu kaamikiren"

(I am sorry, Aayush. But I promise you this, within the next two hours, I'll find the man who did this to her. I'll ensure he gets the punishment he deserves. Trust me. I will get him before Seetha regains consciousness)

His words struck a note of hope, but it was faint, overshadowed by the pain and fear in my heart.

I gulped, watching as he stood up and began inquiring about the masked man's identification. Once he had gathered enough details, he left, his promise lingering in the air.

Elango wheeled me back into the ward, where the sight of her amma wiping Seetha's face, neck, hands, and legs with a wet towel brought a lump to my throat.

I wheeled myself closer to Seetha, taking her hand between mine again.

My eyes stayed on her face, tracing every curve and feature as if memorizing her all over again. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos that had unfolded.

"You're going to be okay, Seetha"

I whispered softly, leaning forward to press my forehead against her hand.

"I'll make sure of it. I won't let anything happen to you again"

The room was silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the occasional muffled sniffles.

And I stayed like that, gripping her hand, watching her, refusing to move until I could see her open her eyes and know she was truly okay.

Understanding my state, no one asked me to rest or eat. They knew it was pointless. I stayed beside her, motionless, with my face pressed to her hand.

However, somewhere along the way, I must have drifted off, likely because of the medication's effect.

But I jolted awake, guilt washing over me as I realized I had let myself sleep.

Her face was the first thing I saw, serene and unmoving.

My chest tightened as I wheeled my chair slightly to the left and reached out to caress her hair with my good hand.

The simple act brought a faint smile to my lips as memories of her laughter and joy flooded my mind-how happy she had been with me, just before everything went wrong.

But the smile didn't last.

The thought of failing to protect her gnawed at me, sharp and uncompromising.

What if I hadn't followed her back to her house?

What if I had just gone off?

The "what-ifs" stabbed into me like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last.

Gulping hard, I shut my eyes, but the tears came anyway, hot and unstoppable, streaming down my cheeks.

And I heard a soft, familiar voice.

"Macha"

(Buddy)

Elango said, his hand resting gently on my shoulder.

But I couldn't bring myself to respond.

Instead, I leaned forward and buried my face against her bicep, drenching the mattress and her hospital shirt with my tears.

My body shook as the pain-the mental agony and even the physical pain of my wounds-ripped through me.

But I didn't care. I sat there, breaking apart, unaware of how many hours had passed, how long I'd gone without food, water, or medicine.

"I need you, Seetha"

I whispered brokenly, the words barely audible even to myself.

"Nalla paathukuren'nu sonna'le, ma?"

(Didn't you say that you'd always take good care of me?)

"I need you, Seetha. I need you to take care of me like always..."

My yearning for her-the way she always fussed over me, teased me, and made sure I was okay-consumed me entirely.

I faintly registered Appa's voice, then her father's, and Elango's, all of them trying to calm me down. And I even heard her mother's muffled sobs in the background.

But I ignored them all. Nothing mattered.

Nothing but her.

I cried my heart out, clutching her hand tightly, willing her to wake up.

Just one glance.

Just one sign that she was okay.

That was all I needed.

I stayed like that, the weight of the world pressing down on me, yearning for her care, for her presence, for her love.

But suddenly I stiffened, my breath catching as I felt the faintest movement-her little finger gripping my hand.

My eyes blinked rapidly against the mattress, and I immediately lifted my face, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Seetha"

I whispered, my voice trembling as I saw her eyelids flutter, struggling to open.

A shaky smile grew on my lips, and I tightened my hold on her hand, bringing it to my cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her palm.

Her eyes opened partially, then fully, and in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Her gaze, though weak, found mine, and her parched lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

"Professor..."

She whispered, her voice hoarse but unmistakable.

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, and I took a deep, shaky breath.

And her thumb brushed against my tear-streaked cheek, wiping away my tears exactly the way I had longed for.

I kissed her hand again, again, and again, murmuring through my tears,

"I'm sorry, ma... I'm so sorry"

But she shook her head, her lips parting slightly as she murmured,

"I love you"

Smiling through my tears, I leaned forward, balancing myself carefully with my good leg, and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

When I pulled back, I saw her eyes trailing down to my injured hand.

Her brows furrowed, and her lips moved with difficulty as she asked,

"Enna aachu?"

(What happened?)

Her words stammered, but I shook my head, offering her a reassuring smile.

"I'm okay. I'm completely alright, Seetha. I love you"

But her worried gaze didn't waver, her eyes fixed on me, searching for the truth. But before I could say more, her amma leaned over, wrapping her arms around her.

"Seetha"

She sobbed, hugging her tightly, her relief palpable.

I smiled softly, watching the moment, and began to wheel my chair back slightly to give them space. But her fingers tightened around mine, her hold firm despite her weakness.

And I stayed.

Her family surrounded her, standing on the other side of her bed, their voices filled with relief as they asked her if she was okay. She nodded faintly, answering them softly.

Through it all, I remained by her side, her hand still clasped tightly in mine, her touch grounding me. I watched her family, her relatives, my appa, and even Elango as they shared their relief, but my focus remained on her.

Seetha's weak smile never left her lips as she glanced at me every now and then. And as the room filled with voices and the weight of fear slowly lifted, I realized that this moment-her recovery, her presence-was the only thing that truly mattered.

After an hour, she seemed back to her usual self.

Sitting beside me on the bed, she was feeding me with her hand while I leaned back against the pillows, the IV drip still connected to me. Because, my attempt to stand earlier had left me weak and dizzy, forcing me to stay put.

I had apologized at least a dozen times for not protecting her, but each time, she glared at me in exasperation. Finally, she chided me, her tone sharp but affectionate.

"Enna ungalukku apdi oru adam? Neenga appove olunga drips potrundhaa, ippo neenga seri aagirundhu, naama aathukku poi romance'aadhu panneetu irundhiruppo. Ippo paarungo!"

(What's with your stubbornness? If you had taken the proper drips earlier, you'd be fine by now. We could've gone home and had some romantic time. But look at you now!)

I stared at her, utterly amused, while appa, seated on the couch beside my bed, cleared his throat pointedly.

But I didn't spare him a single glance, my focus solely on her.

However, she turned to him and said,

"Enna, mama? Naan solradhu seri dhaane?"

(What, mama? Isn't what I'm saying right?)

My eyes widened in shock, and I whipped my head to appa, who was now giving me a knowing look, his eyebrows raised in silent judgment.

I gulped, panic rising, and quickly turned back to her.

"Soll.."

(Te..)

"Maa! Enakku pasikudhu. Nee pesaama ootu!"

(Maa! I'm hungry. Don't talk, just feed me!)

I said hastily, hoping to redirect her attention.

She shook her head, muttering something under her breath before continuing to feed me silently.

Her movements were deliberate, her disappointment clear as her lips pressed into a slight pout.

Biting my own lip to suppress a grin, I sneaked a glance at appa, who seemed thoroughly engrossed in his phone. Taking the chance, I leaned in quickly and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

Her sharp gasp made my heart skip, but I casually leaned back against the bedrest as though nothing had happened.

She turned to me, her eyes wide in shock, staring at me as if I'd just pulled off the most scandalous crime of the era.

But I smirked, pretending to be entirely unaffected, and took another bite of the food she held, while her stunned expression slowly changed into one of disbelief when appa asked,

"Ennaachu, Seetha?"

(What happened, Seetha?)

She cleared her throat and said,

"Onnula, mama"

(Nothing, mama)

Offering appa a quick smile before turning to glare at me.

I sat silent, obediently taking the food she fed me with her hand.

Moments later, the door to the ward opened, and the DCP walked in with a warm smile.

"Epdi irukka, Seetha?"

(How are you, Seetha?)

She immediately got up from the bed and said,

"I'm good, DCP sir"

He returned her smile and nodded.

"I'm sorry da"

He said, his expression softening.

She frowned slightly but stayed quiet, so he continued,

"Naan promise panneerndhan. Yendha pretchanayum andha invisible magic mooliyamaa unakku varaadhu'nu... aana.."

(I promised, right? No problem or that invisible magic power will affect you... but.)

But she interrupted him, holding up her hand.

"Sir, idhula enna irukku? Oru crime pandravan epdi varuvaan, yeppo varuvaan'nu eppavum ungalukku therinjirukanum'nu illaye? Vidunga... ippo ellaam okay dhane? I don't want to remember that again"

(Sir, what's in this? How can you always know about someone who commits a crime? Forget it... everything is okay now, right? I don't want to remember that again)

He smiled faintly and nodded in understanding.

"Okay, Seetha"

Then his gaze shifted to me.

"He's dead, Aayush."

My breath hitched, and Seetha and appa gasped in unison.

"What?"

I exclaimed, leaning forward in shock.

"Yes. Unga kitta irundhu thappichu pogumbodhey, he got into an accident"

(Yes. When he was escaping from you, he got into an accident)

His tone was casual as he took out his phone and extended it towards me.

I grabbed the phone, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the image of the Japanese man, bloodied and lifeless, with the half-burned joker mask still clinging to his face.

And my teeth clenched in frustration-I hated that I hadn't been the one to put an end to him.

But feeling a hand on my shoulder, I calmed myself slightly, returning the phone to the DCP without another glance.

"I'm going to arrest them all"

He declared, his voice firm.

"Japanese people ellaarayum investigate panna poren. Let me handle it with full force. Safety measures edhaadhu thevapattaa, don't hesitate to call me"

(I will investigate all the Japanese people. Let me handle it with full force. If you need any safety measures, don't hesitate to call me)

He looked between the three of us as he spoke, his reassurance clear.

"Okay, DCP sir"

Seetha said with a polite smile before adding,

"Adha vidunga. Saapudrelaa?"

(Forget about that. Eat something)

I glanced at her and saw the faint smile playing on her lips, but I knew her too well.

She wasn't someone who could easily let go of such a terrifying experience.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, with Seetha smiling as they spoke about the DCP's family. Before I knew it, she had moved on to discussing our engagement and marriage plans. I sat quietly, watching her, while appa's gaze bore into me.

When I turned to meet his eyes, he blinked reassuringly, offering me silent support. I gave him a slight smile in return before my focus shifted back to Seetha.

My determination grew stronger-I had to help her face and let go of the fear she was hiding deep within her heart.

As the conversation wrapped up, Seetha said,

"Okay sir. Appo unga kutties, apro, Ashwathy ma'am'eh naan kettadhaa sollunga"

(Okay, sir. Make sure to say that I asked about Ashwathy ma'am and your kids)

"Kandippa, ma"

(Sure, ma)

he replied with a smile.

"Appo naan kelamburen. Take care, both of you. Don't forget to call me if anything"

(Then I will leave now. Take care, both of you. Don't forget to call me if anything)

He then left the room, and Seetha turned towards me, smiling-but the moment she saw my face, her smile dropped, replaced by a frown as she raised a questioning brow.

I gave her a soft smile and shook my head, reassuring her without words.

"Naan poi amma, appa en maami, maama've avaa aathukku anuppeetaalaa'nu paathuttu varen"

(I'll go check now if mom and dad have sent my aunt and uncle to their home)

She said, preparing to leave.

But before she could step away, I gently grabbed her wrist.

She turned back to me with a confused frown.

"Appa kooda po"

(Go with appa)

I said firmly, glancing towards my father.

Appa smiled knowingly and nodded, guiding Seetha out of the room.

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As silence enveloped the room, I stared at the empty space where she had stood moments ago.

And I vowed to protect her at all costs and find a way to end the invisible magic that threatened her, once and for all.

Two days after the incident, my injuries were healing faster than expected, and Seetha, who had been affected by the heavy doses of sedatives, was also recovering well.

She had returned to her usual self, her vibrant spirit slowly taking over the exhaustion that had weighed her down. Her parents, and my father relieved to see her getting better, decided to leave her to rediscover her routine, alternating between her house and mine.

But what shocked me the most was discovering that her parents already knew about her invisible magic!

They had learned about it through my father during the police inquiry, that night. Though they still had a fear fear, they said, "

"Neenga paathuppel'nu engalukku theriyum, maapla"

(I trust that you will take good care of our daughter)

Their trust in me evident in their words.

And their faith made me feel an even greater sense of responsibility for Seetha.

However, I found myself yearning for some guidance and comfort, a sudden longing for my mother.

I started talking to her portrait again, seeking solace in her silent presence.

The weight of my sudden responsibilities was overwhelming, and I began spending all my time in appa's room, seeking the comfort of his steady presence like a child seeking solace.

Seetha visited often, cooking alongside us, her laughter filling the house.

Appa seemed happier with her around, and seeing them like that brought a smile to my face. Their happiness became my personal remedy, the one thing that made everything feel lighter.

On the third day after the incident, I stirred in my evening sleep, feeling a faint tug at my bed.

My duvet shifted slightly, and before I could fully process what was happening, I felt a warm hand curl over my stomach, followed by the comforting weight of a body against my side.

A smile broke across my lips as I instinctively widened my arm, and her head found a place on my bicep.

Without a second thought, I curled my hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer. She tightened her hold around me as well, and I opened my eyes to find her gazing up at me.

Her chin rested lightly on my chest, and her cheeks carried their usual blush, more radiant than ever. Her wide smile mirrored my own, and the moment felt surreal.

This was the first time we had been like this-in the same bed, holding each other close, waking up together.

"Good evening, professor"

She greeted softly, her voice carrying a warmth.

I smiled, brushing her curls behind her ear as I replied,

"Good evening, fiancée"

She grinned shyly, her hand resting on my chest over the duvet as she tried to slip out of my arm.

But I tightened my hold around her, pulling her back effortlessly.

"Enga di pora?"

(Where are you going?)

I asked with a smirk, my voice a little hoarse from sleep.

Her smile widened as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

"Naan... naan ungala eluppa dha vandhen. Ippo poren.."

(I... I came here to wake you up, and now I'm leaving)

She whispered, her shyness making her voice tremble slightly.

But I tightened my hold around her wrist, pulling her down gently.

She leaned partially over me, and my eyes locked onto hers, tracing the warmth in her gaze before lowering to her lips. She tried wriggling out of my hold, her cheeks flushed as she avoided my eyes in shy defiance.

And I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her cutest expressions when she blushed.

"Vidungo'naa. Mama vandhura poraa"

(Let me go. Mama might see us)

She mumbled, her voice a mix of shyness and urgency.

Shaking my head, I let go of her wrist, but before she could flee, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back towards me.

She shrieked softly, and her eyes widened as she froze, her breath hitching when my palm met the bare skin of her waist beneath her purple-and-white cotton saree.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I raised my brows at her. She blushed deeply, swatting my chest with her hand, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. I laughed at her reaction, but before I could tease her again, she turned and leaned back against me, resting her head on my chest, to my surprise.

She laid flat on the bed, her body relaxing into mine as she placed my hand over her stomach-half resting on the saree, half grazing her bare skin.

My smile softened as I exhaled deeply, the moment wrapping around us in comforting silence.

And her fingers found their way to the ring on my finger, absentmindedly sliding it off and putting it back on in a rhythmic loop as usual.

But her brows furrowed slightly, lost in her own thoughts, and for a moment, there was no smile on her lips.

So, I cleared my throat softly, catching her attention.

She tilted her head up to meet my gaze, her eyes searching mine as she asked in a whisper,

"Avan thirumba vara maataan'le?"

(He won't be coming back, will he?)

I smiled gently and replied,

"Inga vaa..."

(Come here..)

She slid herself higher up my chest, and I leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Let out your tears and fears, ma. Naan irukken, keakka"

(Let out your tears and fears, ma. I'm here to listen to you)

I murmured.

Her eyes filled with tears instantly, and her lips trembled as she tried to hold back, but she couldn't.

She buried her face in my bare chest, the open fabric of my loose, unbuttoned shirt cradling her tears.

Her sobs came in waves, her body shaking against me.

And I stroked her hair gently, my fingers running soothingly through the strands as I whispered,

"Avan vara maataan, ma. Vandhaalum onnum..."

(He won't come back. Even if he does...)

But she shook her head vigorously, shouting through her sobs,

"Vara venaam! Ennaala ungala ipdi paaka mudila! Naan thirumba kanna thorandhu ungala, appa, amma, mama, Elango anna've laa paaka maateno'nu nenachutten andha oru nimishathula theriyumaa? Ungakooda vaazhanum'nu nenachadhu'laa nadakkaama poidumo'nu nenachen..."

(No, he shouldn't come! I couldn't bear seeing you like this. In that moment, I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to see you, dad, mom, mama or Elango Anna ever again. I even thought, the dreams of mine to live with you all would become impossible to happen ever)

Her cries grew louder, her words cutting through me like sharp pieces of glass.

Her body trembled, but I clutched the hair near her nape, pulling her face up from my chest.

There.. her tear-streaked face met mine, her sobs echoing in the silence around us.

"There is no one around us to shatter our dreams, Seetha. Not yours, not mine. Even if there was, yaaraa irundhaalum, naan summa vida maaten"

(There is no one around us to shatter our dreams, Seetha. Not yours, not mine. Even if there was anyone, whoever it might be, I won't let them escape from me)

I said firmly, my voice steady yet laced with raw emotion.

Her lips quivered as she sobbed harder, and without a second thought, we moved at the same time, our lips crashing into each other's in a desperate, harsh kiss.

It wasn't gentle or sweet-it was the mix of fear, longing, and the terror of losing each other.

The image of her lying helpless on the floor that day still haunted me, the most harrowing sight I had ever seen.

And the very thought of losing her-the only soul who mattered to me after my mother-sent shivers down my spine.

Even now, my heart thudded violently against my ribcage at those memories.

When we pulled back, both of us were left panting softly.

Her tears had subsided, leaving streaks on her cheeks that I reached up to wipe away.

As I did, her hand found its way to my cheek, her thumb brushing against my skin with a tenderness that made my breath hitch.

It was only then that I noticed the dampness on my own face-I had been crying too, unaware of the tears that had silently fallen.

She smiled gently, her eyes brimming with an affection.

"I missed you"

I murmured.

She smiled wider and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

Then I closed my eyes as her lips moved to my forehead, then my nose tip, each touch feather-light and intimate.

And when she pressed a kiss to my lips, I felt my heart stumble in my chest. But she continued her trail, brushing her lips over my chin and further down to the side of my neck.

I couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed through me as her lips grazed my throat.

My hand instinctively clenched over her nape, holding her in place, and I swallowed hard when she moved lower, her kisses now lingering near my chest. My breathing grew heavier as she slid the loose fabric of my shirt off my shoulder, letting it hang loosely around my bicep.

Her fingers traced softly along the side of my chest, sending jolts of warmth and tension through me.

The sudden intensity made me let out an involuntary whimper,

"Seetha..."

She froze, her actions halting and I saw her face turned crimson.

Without a word, she pressed her cheek against my chest, laying there silently as I tried to calm my erratic breathing.

The heat between us was undeniable, but so was the weight of everything we had been through, and I knew we needed this moment to ground ourselves.

The tension didn't help the natural reaction of my body, down, between my thighs and I shifted awkwardly, moving her so that her head rested against the side of my chest instead.

And I wrapped my arm around her waist gently from behind, keeping a respectful distance between our lower bodies as I stayed still to steady myself.

She seemed to sense my need for space as well and fell silent, her fingers grazing over the sling that supported my injured arm.

Her touch was delicate, almost reverent, as if silently apologizing for everything I had endured.

I exhaled deeply, pressing my lips to the top of her head in a comforting gesture.

Despite the lingering emotions and unspoken tension, a sense of calm began to wash over me.

Then I heard her softly ask,

"Valikkudhu dhaane?"

(Doesn't it hurt?)

I smiled to myself and replied,

"Mmhmm"

She responded with a simple,

"Oh"

And I closed my eyes, taking in her warmth.

Just as I was beginning to savor the peace, she called out,

"Professor."

But I didn't answer, pretending to be asleep, and instead let my fingers work silently to undo her braided hair.

She called again,

"Professor"

But I only smiled to myself, carefully loosening each twist.

Tilting her face slightly, she asked,

"Thirumba thoongite'laa?"

(Did you fall asleep again?)

I fought back a grin, my eyes staying shut as if I hadn't heard her.

She sighed and turned her face forward again, and I took the opportunity to finish unbraiding her hair.

Biting my lips to suppress a chuckle, I buried my face in her now-loose hair near her nape and inhaled her fragrance deeply.

"Professor?"

She murmured, her voice soft but questioning.

I hummed in response, not moving.

"Thoongalayaa neenga?"

(You didn't sleep?)

She asked again, a little more pointed this time.

I hummed once more, teasing her.

She clicked her tongue, trying to turn towards me, but I pressed my palm over her stomach, pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her nape through her hair.

The sensation was more than I could describe-pure heaven.

But she whimpered softly,

"Professor"

Her voice a mix of exasperation and shyness.

"Mmm"

"Aayush Kumar"

She finally said, using my full name to catch my attention.

I couldn't hold back my chuckle this time. Twirling her back to face me, I cupped the side of her neck with my palm.

She looked at me with a smile, and I returned it with one of my own.

But just as the moment deepened, my phone's ringtone pierced the air.

I sighed, disappointed, while she chuckled softly, slipping out of my grasp.

She picked up my phone from the nightstand and handed it to me, curling back into my arm like she belonged there.

Burying her face in my bare chest without hesitation. That made me smile as I kissed the top of her head and answered the call.

"Aayush. Seetha un room'ku dha vandhaa paathiya da?"

(Aayush, did you check if Seetha came to your room?)

Came the voice of my father from the other end.

I glanced down at her nestled in my arm, and stroking just below her ear with my thumb, I replied,

"Aama pa, en kooda dha irukka"

(She is with me)

"Seri... naan clinic'ku kelambeeten. Vara late aagum'nu nenaikiren da. Paathu batharamaa irunga"

(Okay... I'm going to the clinic. I think I might be late. Take care and stay safe)

He continued and I replied,

"Haan, okay pa"

And ended the call, after biding him a bye.

Placing my phone above my head, I slid my hand down to the side of her waist.

She stiffened slightly, and before she could react, I lifted her off my chest, making her squeal in shock. And I placed her on the other side of me and hovered over her partially, looking directly into her widened eyes.

"Enna panrel? Mama vandhura poraa!"

(What are you doing? Mama might walk in)

She whispered shyly, her voice almost a plea.

I playfully pinched her cheek and then tugged at her lower lip, causing her to wince.

But she quickly swatted my hand away, chewing on her lower lip while glaring at me.

"Enna di?"

(What?)

I teased.

"Nokku enna da? Yen en udhatha ipdi potu izhukura?"

(What's wrong with you, da? Why are you pulling my lips like this?)

"Da?"

I asked, amused.

But she simply pouted, crossing her arms beneath her chest and turning her gaze away, displaying her signature cute yet fake anger.

I couldn't resist smiling at her.

Leaning closer, I watched as she closed her eyes, expecting something sweet.

But instead, I mischievously bit her cheek lightly, making her yelp and hit my arm.

She quickly sat up on the bed, huffing, while I lay back flat, laughing at her reaction.

"Yen kadikirel? Pasikardha? Naan venaa edhaavadhu samachu tharattumaa?"

(Why are you biting me? Are you hungry? Should I make something for you to eat?)

She asked with a pout, unknowingly giving me another reason to tease her.

"Nejama pasikudhu"

(Yes. I am really hungry)

I replied honestly.

She gave me a sweet smile and said,

"Enna venum? Mama enna senjirukkaa'nu therilaye. Naan poi paakuren"

(What do you want? I'm not sure what Mama has prepared. Let me go check)

But just as she began to get down from the bed, I reached out instinctively, intending to pull her back.

But m hand, caught the strings of her blouse instead.

She froze in place, and I smirked knowingly, letting my fingers trail over the string.

Slowly, I gave it a gentle tug, my eyes locked on hers as she turned to me, her gaze fixed on mine, a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

Her lips parted slightly as she gulped, and the blouse loosened.

I let the string slip from my fingers and instead grasped her wrist resting on her lap.

Pulling her gently back onto the bed, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the side of her neck.

Then my lips traveled further down to her collarbone, leaving soft, lingering kisses as I slid the strap of her blouse off her right shoulder along with the pinned edge of her saree.

Her breaths came quicker, and she placed a trembling hand on my bare chest, her warmth sending a shiver down my spine. I kissed her shoulder, then the curve of her arm, savoring the softness of her skin.

She let out a quiet gasp, her fingers curling into a fist against my chest.

I shifted her carefully, laying her flat beside me on the bed and with a gentle motion, I twirled her to her other side, ensuring she was comfortable against the sling in my arm.

And she whimpered softly as my hand brushed against the left strap of her blouse, pulling it down over her bicep.

Her toes curled against my calf, and I couldn't help but notice the way she arched slightly under my touch.

Lowering myself to her other shoulder, I was about to continue when a loud clap of thunder broke the moment.

We both jerked slightly, startled, and I looked down at her, noticing the way she shivered.

Her eyes met mine, wide and vulnerable, yet there was something unspoken between us.

The sound of heavy rain pouring outside mingled with her panting breaths, and I couldn't resist anymore.

My gaze fell to her lips, and I leaned in, taking her lower lip between mine.

☃️☃️

I kissed her deeply, all-consuming, with a desire that couldn't be held back.

She moaned softly against my lips as I alternated between her upper and lower lips, biting and sucking gently. Her hands found their way to my chest, pressing against me, her warmth radiating through her palms.

My grip on her waist tightened as I deepened the kiss, savoring the softness of her moans in between.

The rain outside only amplified the moment, the world beyond fading away as I focused solely on her-her touch, her breath, her skin, and the way her presence felt like everything I'd ever wanted.

But when my gaze drifted to the strap of her bra peeking over her shoulder, I left her lips, leaning down to press soft kisses along her shoulder and around the strap.

My hand left her waist, trailing over her midriff and brushing against her left bosom, searching for the saree pin as my lips worked their way down beside her arm and just above her chest.

But unexpectedly, her faint, trembling murmur of,

"Yen'nah..."

(Aayush)

Made my breath hitch, and I cursed under my breath,

"Fuck"

The intensity of the moment taking its effect. I pulled my face away, focusing on finding the pin, my fingers brushing against it after a moment of searching.

I stopped and looked into her eyes, but catching the way her gaze cascaded down to my lips, a smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Her lips responded to mine, soft yet eager, as I swiftly removed the pin and tossed it aside.

Sliding her saree away from her body with deliberate care, I felt her lips leave mine.

Her eyes met mine, wide with a mix of fear, anticipation, and desire.

And her chest rose and fell as she panted softly, her emotions laid bare before me.

"Seetha"

I murmured, my voice low and filled with my own desire.

She hummed faintly in response, her lips slightly parted, her delicacy stirring something deeper within me.

I pulled the duvet up to cover her, tucking it gently beneath her chin as she gulped nervously.

Then, my hand slid beneath the duvet, finding its way to cup her left bosom with a soft, reassuring touch.

But, the moment I pressed gently, she arched instinctively, her eyes closing as a moan escaped her lips,

"Prof..fessor"

I paused, watching her intently, and then pressed again, a touch more firmly this time.

She let out a soft whimper that seemed to echo in the silence around us.

Her blouse had loosened slightly, and as my fingers continued their slow, deliberate motions, they accidentally brushed against the upper edges of her bra.

And her reactions-arching, twisting, and softly moaning-stirred something deep within me.

It was as though she was calling out for more, her sensitivity drawing me closer.

I brushed my fingers gently over the lace of her bra, but I paused as her hand came to rest lightly over my wrist, under the duvet.

There, I stopped abruptly, sensing her hesitation, and shifted my hand to her stomach.

My fingers brushed against her navel, the touch eliciting a faint shiver from her.

Leaning in, I kissed her cheek tenderly, then took her earlobe between my lips, murmuring soft reassurances.

And as she turned towards me, I gently pressed her back against the bed, my hand resting lightly on her stomach.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her breaths uneven, as I traced slow, feather-like circles around her navel.

But her sudden urgency caught me off guard when she tilted her head and kissed me, her lips warm and demanding against mine.

I matched her pace briefly before she gasped, pulling back, her eyes shutting tightly as I continued tracing, into her navel.

Leaning down, I kissed the side of her neck, whispering softly,

"You're so incredibly soft. More than I ever imagined"

She moaned faintly, her voice trembling as she murmured,

"Aayush.."

"Yes?"

I responded, my tone tender, meeting her gaze with a smirk.

She bit her lip, her hesitation palpable, but her eyes told me more than words ever could.

When my hand moved lower, brushing against the fabric of her skirt, she arched her head back slightly, her breathing growing heavier.

I held her gaze, watching the emotions play across her face.

And her sudden gasp was soft yet sharp as my hand cupped her gently over her panties. I hesitated, my voice low and earnest,

"Don't even think that I'll stop today, Seetha"

Her gaze met mine, her eyes wide, reflecting both uncertainty and trust. She gulped, her breathing uneven as I allowed my fingers to trace slow, deliberate patterns over the delicate fabric.

And her body responded instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as the intensity of the moment enveloped us both.

As I felt her body responding to me, her complete wetness enveloping herself down there, my lips brushed against her ear.

Her quick breaths tickled my skin, and I whispered teasingly into her ear,

"This is what it feels like. Now you know exactly what I meant"

Her face flushed a deep red, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

But, her reaction shifted quickly when I let my fingers gently press against her through the delicate fabric, earning a sharp gasp from her as her wide eyes met mine.

"Clit"

I murmured in a half-teasing, half-educational tone, watching her nod vigorously, her cheeks now blazing.

My lips curved into a smile as my thumb traced slow, deliberate circles, eliciting a series of soft, uncontrolled moans from her that seemed to echo against the walls. She bit her lower lip, her free hand grabbing my bicep beneath the duvet, and her body arched reflexively in response to my bad touch for the purpose of her own pleasure.

Her shy glances and flushed expression only added to the moment's intensity. I brushed my lips lightly against the side of her neck, my brows lifting in silent query when she blushed deeper, closing her eyes tightly.

With a smirk, I slowly pulled the fabric of her panties to the side, my finger touching her bare folds in a feather-light move for the first time in our endless moments together.

But she gasped, her knees instinctively drawing up closer in a gesture of innocence, which only made me grin wider.

"Perfect"

I murmured, the word carrying both teasing and amusement.

Her furrowed brows and shy, questioning gaze met mine briefly before her expression shifted completely. Her lips parted with a soft moan as I moved my finger against her in a quick, deliberate motion, then paused.

And her body reacted in shivers before she settled flat on the bed, her eyes closed, breaths coming in uneven pants, her forehead slightly furrowed in disappointment.

So, I circled her softly now, eliciting another loud moan as her body arched beautifully off the mattress, her back curving as she surrendered entirely to the sensations. And she fell back again, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breathless whispers filling the space.

Unable to suppress a little teasing laugh, I softly patted her damp folds, as if in appreciation, before retreating my hand and sitting next to her.

☃️☃️

She lay there, her wide eyes filled with surprise, her lips parted and dry, tears pooling gently at the corners of her eyes.

I reached out, wiping my fingers over the duvet on her chest, a smirk spreading as her frown deepened.

She glanced down and froze, her eyes widening in realization before gasping audibly.

Then gathering the duvet tightly around herself, she jumped off the bed, rushing towards the bathroom. The door slammed shut with a thud, leaving me alone in the sudden silence.

But I laughed at her antics, shaking my head as I adjusted myself against the pillow, balancing on my good arm.

A low hum escaped me as my body finally registered the intensity of the moment.

My face warmed at the memory of her expressions, and I let out a groan, running my fingers through my hair with a mix of frustration and amusement.

"What the hell did we just do?"

I muttered under my breath, chuckling softly despite the tension still lingering within me.

Seetha

What a week it has been!

It began like any other, only to spiral into the most terrifying experiences unimaginable. The hospital visits, the sight of him in a wheelchair-it's my worst fear come to life.

Yet, understanding my worries, he refused to be settling to it. Despite his injury, he insisted on walking, either with his good leg or with the help of me, Mama, Appa, and Elango Anna. His determination brought a rare smile to my lips.

And now...

I stood in the bathroom, my face flushed red, my body still tingling with a new, unexplainable sensation.

It felt as if I had been reborn, awakened to something entirely different after what he had done-his touch, his lengthy fingers creating ripples across my skin that still made me shiver.

I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, and refreshed myself quickly before cracking open the bathroom door.

Peeking out, I sighed in relief when I didn't see him in the bedroom.

Gathering my courage, I stepped out, but my steps faltered at the sound of rain pattering against the balcony. I turned towards the sound and saw droplets wetting the clothes he or mama had hung out to dry.

Moving instinctively, I walked over, collected the damp clothes, and looked around for a hanger or somewhere to place them.

As I bent down to pick up a few clothes that had fallen to the floor, a sneeze caught me off guard. I sneezed several times in quick succession, fumbling to gather everything back into my arms. Sighing in frustration, I straightened and froze when I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

Slowly, I turned and lifted my lashes, my heartbeat quickening as my eyes landed on him.

He was leaning against the balcony railing, one hand clasping the rope that stretched across to the other end, and the other holding a bucket.

Concern surged through me.

"Ka..kai valikkum'le? Neenga keela vechirunga. Naan paathukuren"

(Your.. Your hand feels sore, doesn't it? Keep it down. I'll take care of it)

My voice wavered slightly as I gestured to the bucket, but he didn't say a word.

Instead, he smiled, and I bit my lips, trying to suppress the blush threatening to creep up my face.

Hesitating for a moment, I stepped closer, carefully placing the clothes in the bucket he was holding. Then, one by one, I hung them on the rope, all the while avoiding his gaze.

When I was done, I stretched out my hand to take the bucket from him. My fingers brushed against the handle, but just as I gripped it, he moved it to his left, forcing my hand to follow.

The motion caused me to stumble slightly, though I quickly straightened myself, blinking up at him in confusion.

But, before I could say anything, he placed his uninjured hand over mine, firmly removing my grip from the bucket. The sound of the bucket hitting the floor with a dull thud startled me, but I didn't have time to react. In one swift motion, he yanked me towards him, and I collided with his chest with a soft yelp.

"Enna panrel?"

(What are you doing?)

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he twisted my hand behind me, pulling me closer. His injured hand, still in a sling, rested lightly against my left bosom. The proximity, the intensity of his gaze-it left me frozen in place.

And I didn't dare to wriggle or move, knowing that any resistance might lead to something even more unpredictable.

My breaths came shallow and uneven as I stood there, pressed against him, his unrelenting hold keeping me in place.

The rain continued to drizzle behind him, the sound mingling with the rapid beats of my heart.

Finally, he opened his mouth, as if to say something, the corners of his lips curved into a half-smirk. But before he could speak, his phone rang, cutting through the tension.

He sighed, shutting his eyes, and I couldn't help but giggle.

Taking the opportunity, I wriggled free from his hold and darted out of the balcony, my steps hurried as I ran toward the living room.

My cheeks burned with a blush as I reached the kitchen at last, but my amusement quickly vanished when the lights suddenly went out.

The room plunged into darkness, and my heart stuttered.

Memories of that day-the day I was trapped by the masked man-flashed through my mind.

My breaths quickened, my chest tightening as fear gripped me.

Pressing a trembling hand to my chest, I whispered,

"Aayush"

Just as I had on that terrifying day.

But this time,

"Seetha"

His voice called out softly from the darkness, steady and reassuring.

Tears blurred my vision as I turned towards the kitchen entrance, where I saw the faint glow of his phone's torchlight.

Relief surged through me, and without a second thought, I ran to him.

Throwing myself into his arms, I felt his embrace encircle me tightly, grounding me.

I found solace this time, feeling safe in his embrace, as though I were at my home.

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