My Self Teja, a 30-year-old passionate lecturer, I believed that education wasn’t just about books but about shaping minds. Among many students, there was one who stood out—Neeraja a 25 Year-old bright, ambitious, and curious girl. Neeraja admired My depth of knowledge and the way I made complex topics seem effortless. Over time, respect turned into admiration, and admiration slowly blossomed into love. But she never dared to express it. After all, I was her professor.On the last day of her course, she gathered the courage to confess. “Sir, I respect you more than just as a teacher. I don’t know if this is right, but I have feelings for you.”I was taken aback. I had always seen her as a brilliant student, but now, I saw the depth of her sincerity. I was hesitant. Society, age, and his professional ethics all held back. “Neeraja, this isn’t easy. You’re my student…”She smiled. “Not anymore. She built on respect, understanding, Then finally we are decided and engaged.