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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...
♬ kyun urdu farsi bolte ho, dus kehte ho do tolte ho...
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The bustling streets of the market blurred around Krithika as her thoughts consumed her. It had been three days since her suspension, yet she felt no anxiety over it. The job that had once anchored her seemed like a distant concern now, overshadowed by something—or rather, someone—far more unsettling.
She fought against the truth, desperate to dismiss what she had seen, what she had felt. Xavier had always been a fortress of indifference—no cracks, no warmth. A strikingly handsome Asuran, cold and untouchable, with a sharp tongue and a sterner gaze.
But that day...
That day, she had seen him smile. Not the condescending smirk he often wore when mocking her but a real smile. And those damned dimples—it was unfair how something so small could wreak such havoc on her heartbeat. His eyes, deep pools of brown, held flecks of gold that seemed to catch the light when he teased her. She had always thought his gaze was carved from ice, but that day, it had sparkled with mischief, softening into something almost... playful.
It had been so effortless, so disarming, that she wanted to believe it was genuine. Maybe the office gossip wasn't as far-fetched as she'd thought. Perhaps the others had glimpsed a side of Xavier she had stubbornly denied existed. Yet now, having witnessed it herself, it was her mind paying the price.
She shouldn't be so rattled by it, but she was. She had already begun applying for other jobs, convincing herself that leaving Xhasis was the right thing to do. It wasn't just about escaping the tension of her suspension or moving past her mistake—it was about escaping him.
And yet, as much as she tried to convince herself, her mind rebelled. There was no sense of relief in leaving. Instead, there was an ache, a strange pull she couldn't name.
Leaving Satya would hurt—her mentor, her guide, the woman she admired more than anyone. But this wasn't just about Satya anymore. The truth was sharper than that.
She wanted to stay for him.
Xavier was every bit the enigma people claimed he was. Their one-on-one conversations had been electric, charged with a tension she couldn't ignore. His intellect, his charisma, even his biting sarcasm—it all had a way of pulling her in. Despite the barbs he threw her way, despite how often he tested her patience, she had enjoyed their exchanges.
He had a way of pushing her limits, of forcing her to rise to challenges she hadn't thought herself capable of. He brought out the fire in her, the fight—and that was what scared her the most.
