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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...
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Krithika still felt her lips tingling with pleasure, still craving that pleasure.
It had already been two days, and her lips didn't mind her apathetic attitude toward whatever had happened. She thought maybe her aggressively hateful attitude toward Xavier was the reason for her attraction. Wasn't that what her therapist had told her? – "The more the emotion, the more the affection."
Thus, she decided not to be annoyed but rather to be indifferent to Xavier. Calm and peaceful was the way to go.
She had been seeing the same therapist, as suggested by Satya, for the last few months but had omitted exceptionally large portions from her discussions, specifically her interactions and uncontrollable attraction to her boss. Now, that was a shitty attitude, but she felt too embarrassed to share it with anyone.
Her therapist had eyed her when her mouth had accidentally slipped information about her self-explorations, leading to mind-blowing orgasms.
She had affirmed her and then asked, "It's good. But do you think it's linked to someone you know personally?"
Krithika had shaken her head vigorously in the negative. "No... I don't think so."
Yes, she had a pretty clear picture of whom those orgasms were linked to, the one who had shattered her world bright every time she drowned in sweat and pleasure.
But she couldn't reveal her dirty secrets. Yes, that's what she had named it – her tiny box of dirty secrets. It was a golden box with the name "Xavier Lucifer Joseph" and a tiny subtitle beneath it: "Kama Deva of my imagination." It contained a collection of all the lewd pictures and imaginary videos—illusions of him, especially him with her—neatly kept inside. It was locked carefully like a treasure, the key under the control of her wicked subconscious.
Only apathy. Only apathy. Only apathy...
She chanted as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't want to look like a beggar, especially when she was going to visit her mentor's house. She wore a bright red churidar dress with long sleeves, though it wasn't exactly a perfect fit. She was more than insecure about her body, and wearing a fitted dress was simply out of the question.
Only people with bodies sculpted like seductive poses of men and women on temple walls could be confident. Oh, you do know one particular man—
APATHY. She sighed and chanted her mantra again.
She had left her hair open, just to cover whatever extra skin was visible from the low back. It was a decent dress; she had bought it for half price during the discount season. The color of her dress didn't go well with her dark complexion, but she only had four dresses that looked worth wearing, and this particular one had a festive vibe to it.
Apathy. Apathy. Apathy.
She kept mumbling to herself as she slipped into her flats. Heels could die that day; she wanted to be comfortable rather than a little taller. Also, traveling in the metro with heels sounded too foolish to her.
Apathy. Apathy. Apathy.
It was Satya's house, but she knew it was inevitable to meet Xavier. It was a known fact among employees that they both visited each other's homes for whatever reason, which she didn't believe. She had tasted bile once when she saw them together on New Year's Eve, dancing like the king and his queen. But she knew better than others; they surely weren't a couple.
Xavier wouldn't have kissed you if he were dating Satya. He wouldn't cheat.
Maybe.
No, he didn't just kiss you. He kissed you like he was hungry for you and—
"Apathy!?" she cried out in frustration. Why was it so hard? It was a mistake, wasn't it?
She glanced at the mirror one last time before grabbing her wallet and phone and leaving the room.
Her phone pinged, and it read, "Pongal Nalvazhtukkal!"—obviously from Rathna. Did the guy have no other job?
Her phone pinged again.
Rathna: I hope it reads Happy Pongal, that's what Google said to me.
Yes. And a very happy Uttarayan to you, she replied.
Rathna: Yes, I am very happy indeed, Chakudi. My sister is kind of pissed at me right now.
She smiled, imagining a red, furious, younger female version of Rathna glaring at him with absolute annoyance. From whatever messages he had exchanged, she knew that his sister was his stars, moon, and all the things in the universe.
She never had a doting older brother. And she wasn't exactly a loving sister to her baby brother. Her parents, especially her father, had scarred their relationship. It was done and dusted; she was out alone in the world, with nowhere and no one to go to if she ever needed one. Probably except for Satya, who did comfort her at times.
I think Radha is going to cry. What do you think I should do? Rathna's message chimed in, mentioning his sister's name.
If losing your kite is worth her happiness... she sent him the message as she walked toward the station.
Her heart ached. She wanted to meet her brother, hug him, and probably cry about how much she would have loved him if her father hadn't made it tough for her. It was foolish of her to punish her brother and rob him of his only sibling bond.
Rathna: That's what I thought, Chakudi. That's exactly what I thought!
Tears brimmed her eyes, and she put that stupid phone inside her wallet as she sat on the train. She closed her eyes and let her tears fall. She couldn't feel anything but sorry for herself. She was just alone, and somewhere, it was killing her.
Strong, Independent, and Alone.
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