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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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"Someone's glowing today, and I'm pretty sure it's not because of patriotism," Priya teased, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she studied Krithika's face.
It was Republic Day, and the office had turned into a sea of white dresses and red accessories. Everyone was beaming, basking in the festive spirit, but Priya had noticed something different. She sipped her coffee, raising an eyebrow. "Did we miss something?"
Krithika was glowing—no, she was radiating, brighter than the cafeteria's overly aggressive LED lights. Her face wore a grin that looked as though it had been permanently painted on, happiness seeping from every pore, making it impossible to hide.
What had happened two nights ago wasn't just memorable—it was seared into her mind, like the imprint of a lightning strike on a dark night. For all the riches in the world, she couldn't stop smiling like a lovesick fool.
Xavier liked her. Xavier Lucifer Joseph, the man she had dreamt of, lusted after, and secretly admired, was just as drawn to her as she was to him. And, to her disbelief, he had asked her out—and she had said yes.
But the euphoria didn't come without doubts. That night, as she lay alone in her bed, tangled in her sheets and her thoughts, the questions came.
Why her? He was devastatingly handsome, wealthy beyond reason, and exuded a confidence that could make statues weep. A man like Xavier could have anyone. He didn't need her—plain, ordinary her—to warm his bed. So why?
Was she a conquest? A fleeting challenge to amuse him? Was this all an elaborate game designed to toy with her heart?
She hadn't played hard to get on purpose. She had tried, desperately, to suppress her feelings for him, to avoid the inevitable heartbreak. She used to despise him—his arrogance, his charm that felt too smooth to be genuine. But somewhere along the way, that hatred had melted into something softer, something dangerously addictive.
The next morning, she woke with her mind knotted in worry, doubts tightening around her like chains. But all that fear vanished in an instant when she saw the message on her phone.
This is my personal number, my sweetheart. Only a few people whom I care about have this, don't share it with anyone.
Also, I am eagerly waiting for the upcoming Saturday.
-Xav.
Xavier had made his point with a simple message, and she had finally relaxed. Maybe she was overthinking. Perhaps he was genuinely interested. And honestly, she couldn't have been happier.