[FEATURED IN WATTPAD INDIA PROFILE]
❝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...
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Krithika stacked the paperwork she'd been wrestling with since morning. It was exhausting, and the excuse of a coffee break with Akash and Rashi hadn't done much to recharge her.
Ping.
Kites look beautiful when they're flying high. I'm trying to fly one, but my sister keeps cutting me off.
Rathna's message made her smile.
Your sister is better than you, she typed and sent back.
Or maybe I just don't like seeing her sobbing baby face.
Shaking her head, she replied, We'll never know.
She set her phone atop the stack of files and stretched, her back aching like hell. She'd pushed herself too hard today. As she stepped out of her office, she began strolling toward Sathya's cabin, hoping for a distraction.
Another ping.
I know what I know—and what I want.
She pursed her lips, shut off the phone, and kept walking, pretending to be nonchalant
As she neared Sathya's cabin, the glass walls reflected a dark interior. No light. No movement. Sathya had left early. Figures. A dull pulse of annoyance throbbed in her skull. Sathya had asked her to prepare for next week's plans, yet here she was, unavailable.
Why did she do that? Ugh! Krithika sighed. She'd just leave the files on the desk. Sathya could deal with them whenever she got back.
She stepped inside the dim cabin, carefully placing the files in a neat pile on the desk.
"Still sneaking into empty cabins and pretending it's a prank?"
She jumped, letting out a startled squeal. The voice was dark and smooth like silk dipped in sin. She whirled around, heart pounding, only to find Xavier emerging from the shadows. He was draped in the darkness like a predator, all coiled muscle and quiet menace. How had she not noticed him with his staggering height?
"I... I..." she stammered, struggling to catch her breath. "Satya ma'am had—"
The lights flicked on, cutting her off mid-sentence. She squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden brightness, blinking rapidly to adjust. When she finally opened them, her gaze locked with his—a rich swirl of gold and earth, too intense to be real.
She'd never encountered anyone with such an unusual pair of eyes. Indians were rarely blessed with anything more than black or brown, but this man in front of her was a glaring contradiction to every stereotype she'd ever known.
