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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...
A very happy and beautiful Valentine's Day. I hope you all achieve whatever you desire and deserve.
-Suganthi Lakshminarayanan.
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Things had been sailing smoothly for a week. Krithika had aced her interview and shrugged off any lingering expectations from Mr. Joseph—because seriously, what was she expecting? She also made sure Rathna dropped any wild hopes he might have harbored about her.
Rathna Raja Rathore was a Prince Charming, sure, but she knew better. It wasn't even about Rashi being in the picture; it was mostly about her just not being interested. Sure, she had started to like him and care for him. Yes, she liked him, cared for him, but in the same way you care about a comfy old sweatshirt, very platonic—not something you dream about waking up next to.
No, the first thing her subconscious greeted her with every morning wasn't Rathna's face. It was those golden-brown eyes—someone else's—warm, deep, and annoyingly persistent. She hated that she couldn't shut it out completely, but she tried. Oh, how she tried. She didn't know what was happening to her, and couldn't quite decode the tangled mess of feelings brewing beneath her calm facade.
All she knew was that she felt something. Something terrifying. Something exhilarating. And she wanted to run. Fast. She wasn't ready to unravel, be miserable, or fumble her way into emotional chaos. Failure wasn't an option!
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I should have stayed back. Rathna's message popped up on her phone.
Too late. It was way past office hours, and sanity had long since punched out. Lately, time felt like an abstract painting—blurry and pointless—while she just floated above it, stealing breaths between chunks of work.
