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❝Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani.❞
Xavier teased her skin, slowly caressing her cheeks and her lips trembled.
❝You don't dare!❞
And he kissed her.
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When he had compromised his dreams and...
♬kangal ezhuthum, iru kangal ezhuthum, oru vanna kavithai, kaathal thaana... oru vaarthai illayae, ithil osai illayae, ithai irulilum padithida mudigirathey!
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Cocking her head to the right, Krithika squinted at the computer screen, trying to will her mind to focus. She leaned in, narrowing her eyes as though the extra effort might somehow help her decipher the mess on the screen.
It was late—far later than she would've liked to stay at the office for some stupid favor that she had committed to. Sure, she'd had her fair share of late work nights, staying back willingly, because she loved her job. But tonight... tonight was different. The excitement and passion she usually felt for her work had vanished, replaced by a growing frustration.
"Where the hell is that damn folder?" she muttered angrily, scrolling through the list of files on the screen like a woman possessed, trying to find the elusive document.
Enjoy being helpful? Her mind teased her.
"Shut the fuck up," she snapped to herself. Her shoulders and back throbbed with exhaustion from too many hours hunched over the desk. Her hand reached instinctively to massage the tight muscles where her neck met her left shoulder, desperate for relief. Her long hair had already fallen out of its tight bun, cascading around her face like a messy halo, allowing her a fleeting moment of respite.
She let out a long, irritated sigh. "Absolute garbage," she grumbled under her breath. "How the fuck does she even work like this?"
It was maddening. Every attempt to find the damn file only led to more frustration. She tried using the search function, but the computer was slow as molasses. The 32GB of RAM, which should have made the thing run like a dream, seemed to be failing her. What the hell?
It was a simple task—to just save the damn file. Yet here she was, feeling like she was drowning in an ocean of pointless clicks.
"What are you doing here?"
The deep voice cut through her frustration like a blade, and she jumped, startled by its sudden presence.
Wasn't he supposed to be away somewhere? Probably another universe or, more fittingly, the hell that suited him...?
She spun around quickly, her balance faltering. Before she could crash to the floor, Xavier's hand shot out, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him.
For a second, she was frozen, both by the shock and by the electricity running through the contact. Holding the desk for support, she steadied herself as his grip on her arm released. But her heart was still racing, and her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. It was the first time she had been so close to him, face to face, and something inside her stomach fluttered.
