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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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Earlier that day...
"Who's this?" A cuter, younger version of Satya Devi was standing next to her, scrutinizing Krithika openly as her fingers tapped on her phone.
"She's Krithika," Satya replied, narrowing her eyes at the teenager. "Stop scrolling through Instagram. You should welcome our guest," she chided.
As usual, Satya looked like the regal queen that she was, dressed in a dark green Kanchipuram silk saree with a contrasting red blouse. She looked beautiful, her hair tied in an elegant bun with jasmine flowers, and she looked like a picture of grace.
Krithika was sitting quietly in the living area lounge of Satya Devi's bungalow—well, it could be considered at least a mini palace. It was exactly as she had imagined—marvelous. She knew that Satya preferred minimalism and graceful living, but the palace was packed with every royal sense imaginable.
It wasn't shiny and sparkling; it was spacious and bright. It was about choosing the right things. The giant wooden doors and pillars, Thanjavur paintings, and brass sculptures adorned Satya's house. There was a constant fragrance of sandalwood in the air, tiny brass bells hummed in the light breeze, and it calmed her.
It felt like home.
"Hello, Krithika!" The teenager tapped her shoulder. "I am Dhanya Devi, the only sister of the great Satya Devi." She looked at Satya with puppy eyes. "Am I right, Akka?"
Suppressing a smile, Satya admonished her, "She's Krithika Akka to you."
Dhanya shrugged and threw herself over the plush sofa next to Krithika. "All your friends are either Akka or Anna. You're so old."
"Dhanuma..." Satya clicked her tongue. "So much for not embarrassing me in front of anyone."
Dhanya made a pouting face. "But I was just stating a fact."
Satya shook her head at her sister's behavior and glanced at Krithika. "Don't mind her," she smiled. "Make yourself comfortable. I've already instructed Selvi. You can ask for anything you want; she'll bring it to you." Her eyes peeked at Dhanya. "Don't annoy her, please."
To which Dhanya rolled her eyes.
Satya excused herself, saying she had to prepare for the Poojai.
It was kind of awkward for Krithika to sit quietly with a vivacious adolescent who was loudly chewing gum. She checked her phone and saw a message from her mother.
'Miss you, Kannamma.'
No, she wasn't her mother's Kannamma anymore. Especially not after her mother hadn't had the guts to support her daughter, her first child, when the time had come.
