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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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Wish her a happy Pongal, I mean Satya.
Xavier read Valmiki's message and clicked his tongue.
You can message her, Miki; she's not going to block you, he snickered, already knowing what Valmiki's reply would be.
Valmiki: I AM NOT MIKI!
Seeing the all caps, he guffawed. It surely felt like Valmiki was screaming at the top of his lungs from the peaks of the Morgan Hills. Poor chap couldn't do much from his fancy apartment in San Jose.
Xavier: Sweet Dreams, Miki.
Bowing down, he leaned inside his car and placed his phone in the passenger seat. It was pretty difficult with the stupid ethnic attire; the vesti just wasn't made for driving cars.
He kicked his right leg behind and grabbed the bottom edge of the cloth. Tying it across his waist, he looked at his bare legs, his knees barely hidden under the folds of the vesti. Well, it did have the benefit of not being a clingy material like trousers or jeans. He shrugged indifferently and comfortably sat inside the car.
His phone pinged: The next time I see you, I'll make sure you regret teasing me. Valmiki's threats sounded too naïve and hollow to him.
Grinning, he started his car, and it roared to life. Sometimes things like this made him believe he wasn't a sore loser. He did have great friends and somewhat had a great life, which he could have enjoyed from the start.
Yes, only if he had stopped whining over his broken heart sooner and started being pragmatic. He could have had the best years of his life. He had to be a gullible fool, cry over his ex-wife, and waste himself away. Why? Because he had done nothing but love her the most?
She had been right. It had probably been for the best, for both of them, as he had let her control him—his feelings, his emotions, his mind, and his body. She had fucked him up as she wished.
And it felt better to be back in control of himself.
Except for the times when your sweetheart's lips are pouting at you. Grunting in disapproval, he shook his head. That was a different topic; he didn't want to delve much into it. She was attracted to him, and he felt the same. It was plain and simple. He wouldn't allow anything other than that.
He did feel stabbed in the gut when he had seen her with that Gujju boy. But it was better that way. His attraction would fade once she went out with the young lad. And probably, she would also see better days without being constantly teased by him.
