Gowthem, a charming man in his early thirties, had experienced one-sided love failures eight times before, but his ninth pursuit was unlike any other. He was a medium-built, slightly stout man with shoulder-length hair and fair skin. He had a peculiar knack for noticing details, and this had led to his love of necks, a preference stemming from a past he rarely spoke about.

Kavitha, a woman of 25, was a small, cute figure with a diamond-shaped face framed by long, braided hair. Her most distinctive feature was a mole at the left corner of her mouth, a beauty mark that added to her allure.

Gowthem's heart raced each time he caught Kavitha stealing a brief glance in his direction. It was those fleeting moments that had him captivated, although he couldn't yet fathom the source of their connection.

As he navigated his life and contemplated the enigma that was Kavitha, Gowthem found himself drawn into a whirlwind of emotions he had never experienced before. The chase had begun, and Gowthem's ninth attempt at love was poised to become an unforgettable journey of discovery and desire.

As time went on, Gowthem's attraction to Kavitha grew stronger, and he couldn't resist taking the next step. With a housewarming ceremony on the horizon, he saw the perfect opportunity to invite her into his world.

Kavitha and Gowthem were colleagues, their interactions at work were cordial, and the invitation was extended to the entire office, but he secretly hoped that Kavitha would accept. When the day of the ceremony arrived, most of his colleagues attended, but Kavitha was conspicuously absent.

Gowthem's heart sank, and he felt a wave of sadness. He was determined to find out why she hadn't come. The next day at work, he approached Kavitha, looking concerned. "Kavitha," he began, "I noticed you weren't able to make it to the housewarming ceremony. Is everything okay?"

Kavitha hesitated, her eyes holding a secret, but before she could speak, Gowthem decided it was time to express his feelings. He interrupted gently, "You know, Kavitha, I've noticed something about us. There's a connection, and I can't ignore it any longer."

Kavitha looked at him, surprised, and Gowthem continued, "I'm drawn to you, Kavitha, and I want to explore the possibility of us being more than just colleagues. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?"

Kavitha hesitated once more before gently declining, "Gowthem, I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not feeling that way. I hope you understand."

For Gowthem, her response brought a mixture of relief and disappointment. He respected her decision, and their conversation ended on a friendly note. However, as the days passed, he couldn't help but notice that Kavitha's secretive glances continued.

Confused but intrigued, Gowthem found himself entangled in a web of emotions. It seemed that there was more to Kavitha's feelings than met the eye, and the mystery surrounding their connection deepened with each stolen glance.

Gowthem couldn't escape the feeling that Kavitha was concealing her genuine emotions. Their initial encounter, during which he had asked her in front of her friend, had left her taken aback. It was this memory that drove him to believe that this time he needed to approach things differently.

As he meandered through the office, Gowthem paid close attention to the blind spots where the CCTV cameras couldn't pry. There, he discovered the perfect stage for his grand gesture. It was a place where the ordinary world seemed to dissolve into shadows and the secrets of the heart could be revealed.

The day eventually arrived when Kavitha ventured into the non-CCTV zone, and Gowthem seized the opportunity. He'd meticulously prepared a slip of paper, upon which he'd inked his phone number,
When Kavitha saw the paper on the floor, her inquisitive gaze locked onto the mysterious message. She paused,...