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Fifty Eight: Fatigue Strength Coefficient (Part 1)

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Dated: 14th Feb 2024.

To all my lovely readers,

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 pretty smooth for a week. Krithika had a great interview and had completely dropped any expectations from Mr. Joseph- well, what was she expecting? - and made Rathna drop any expectations he had from her.

Rathna Raja Rathore was a Prince Charming but she knew better. It wasn't about Rashi being involved; it was mostly about her being not interested in him. She did start to like him and care for him, but it was a very platonic relationship. It wasn't the kind where she wanted his face to be the first thing to see as her eyes opened every morning.

It was the warmth of golden-brown eyes that her subconscious fed her every morning, but she shut it out. She wasn't able to decode what was happening to her, she could feel something but wanted to run away from it. She wasn't ready to be miserable and fail at her own life.

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'I should have stayed back', Rathna's message popped on her phone.

It was too late to be working in the office. But time had been relative recently and she was just floating above, trying to breathe in between work.

Rathna had observed her that day, working alone like a maniac. He had stayed back for a while to take her to P. G., but she refused any help as she knew it would be too late before she completed her work. He had argued, trying to put sense inside her head that during late hours it gets hard to travel by any commute, but she had said, "I'll find something, please don't fret."

He had left her alone in the office with a remark, "You are impossible, Chakudi."

Impossible?

She had questioned herself.

Maybe she was impossibly stupid, as when she finished her work and went to find an Uber, she saw the cab drive prices were costing her a fortune.

"Fuck my luck.", she muttered under her breath as her fingers jumped between various apps- from Uber to Ola to Rapido- to find one good deal.

Suddenly, a shiny pitch-black Volvo S90 stopped in front of her. She knew about that particular car in detail as it was one of his favourites and he frequently drove it to the office.

Just book an Uber.

Glass windows rolled down and the fading moonlight caught his features in a very aesthetic way. Xavier looked exhausted; his hair was all over the place. Yet he held a strong masculine aura that made her mouth dry.

Book an Uber, you duffer!

She immediately looked at her phone and confirmed to book whatever cab was available. She was ready to waste money rather than risk being closer to him. Maybe, he could laugh all he wanted with his team and others, but the indifference with which he treated her did the best for her. Apathy worked better.

"Sit, I'll drop you to your home.", his deep husky voice made her shiver uncomfortably. Well for starters, tired Xavier sounded way sexier than normal Xavier.

"I am waiting for the cab...", she waved her phone lamely in front of him, "It will be here any minute."

"Sweetheart, it's late.", he switched on the dome lights of his car, revealing himself, "I don't know why you were working at this hour when it's mentioned in the HR policies that it's not allowed for anyone to work beyond nine, including overtime."