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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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He looked at her with newfound interest, almost admiration. Krithika turned to look at him. "What?" Her lips had a coy smile painted on them.
"You know a lot about colors," he arched an eyebrow. "You like... painting?"
She fiddled with the ends of her dupatta, a sign of nervousness he had come to observe. He picked her right hand in his left and pulled her closer.
She winced. "My heels," she spat out accidentally.
He narrowed his eyes at her feet. "Why do you ladies torture yourselves with such things?" He knelt and motioned for her to remove the abhorrent footwear.
"I can't walk barefoot," she shot back. "There could be anything on these roads."
He tilted his head to look at her. "You can wear my shoes, sweetheart. You're hurting yourself," he pleaded.
"It's just two streets, I can walk," she replied, fighting back his request.
"You don't have to be stubborn over silly stuff, Krithika," his voice had a stern tone.
One moment, she acted so mature, and the next, she started behaving like a kid. It confused him.
"How will you wal--"
He cut her off mid-sentence. "Darling, just take them off, please," he urged, his fingers brushing against her ankle.
She immediately stepped back. "Okay. Okay..." she breathed, "You don't need to—I'll remove them." She assured him and pulled them off.
He saw her take a long breath before looking at him.
"Do you like wearing them?" he asked, puzzled by her discomfort.
"I wear them only to feel tall," she scrunched her nose, as if feeling lame about her reply, and Xavier chuckled.
He took her heels from the ground in his right hand and stood straight. "You, Ms. Krithika, are perfect. You don't need to look tall, thin, fair, or whatever nonsense people spew. They can go fuck themselves."
She bowed her head, and he observed her lips muttering something inaudible. He couldn't believe such a confident woman carried so many insecurities about her beauty.
He slipped off his shoes and held them out to her. They were far too big for her dainty feet, and he couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her trying to wriggle her toes into them. She shot him a glare. "This doesn't feel like a good replacement."
Shrugging, he replied, "I don't have anything else with me." He leaned closer, his lips brushing her earlobe. "Unless you allow me to carry you," he touched her waist.
He heard her take a sharp breath as her body leaned in involuntarily. But in a moment, she pushed him away and quickly shuffled off. He started walking behind her, a big smile covering his face. "So, you like painting?"
"I loved watercolors when I was in high school. They were a great medium to escape from the constant bickering and insults from my father," she admitted.
"Hmm..." he nodded. "What else do you like?"
She held her dress as she waddled down the street, looking almost comically cute. "I love beaches. I like the feel of cold, silky sand under my feet. It's calming," she said, almost wistfully.
"Hmm..."
They kept their conversation going while walking slowly. It didn't take long for them to reach her P.G. It was nearly midnight, and not a single soul dared to disturb them, except for a few strays who howled in the distance.
She turned around and removed her feet from his shoes. Tilting her head up to face him, she smiled. "I enjoyed the dinner with you, Xavier," she stared into his eyes, "Thanks."
He took her hand, holding her gaze, and placed a kiss on her knuckles. He could feel her pulse increase from such a simple touch. She was so responsive, and it was such a turn-on for him.
Fuck...
"I'm trying my best, darling, not to pull you closer and kiss you the way I want, the way I know you want," he said, voice hushed, eyes fixed on her lips. "My sweetheart, I can see it when you pout like that. Please, go inside before I lose all control."
She snatched her heels from him and walked away with a haughty gait. He stared at her retreating form. She looked over her shoulder for one final time before opening the doors of her P.G. and disappearing into the darkness.
What have I gotten myself into!?
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