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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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Krithika's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the email asking for her confirmation for the next round of interviews. She'd aced the first round—there'd never been any doubt about that. But back then, the stakes were different.
Back then, all she'd wanted was to escape Xavier, to flee somewhere far enough that the mere thought of kissing him wouldn't haunt her every waking moment. But now, everything had flipped on its axis.
Now, she craved those maddening dimples he flaunted so effortlessly. She yearned to breathe in the faint musk of his cologne that clung to her thoughts longer than it lingered on him. And damn it, she couldn't stop herself from drowning in those golden-brown eyes—the ones that looked at her as if she were a sunrise painted just for him.
For the first time in her life, she felt as beautiful as he'd described her on their second date. She could still remember how his gaze had softened, turning her into a puddle of emotions as he recited a poem, his voice laced with a tender vulnerability that had unraveled her completely.
"That's beautiful. Which book is it from?" she had asked, her curiosity piqued.
"From Xavier's heart, my darling," he had replied with a teasing wink that had made her insides somersault.
He had confessed later that poetry was a habit he'd inherited from his mother, a woman who'd scribbled verses like they were lifelines. He'd picked it up as a boy, but life, engineering, and ambition had buried that part of him.
Now, she knew the things he had forgotten about himself. It was beautiful—intimate—to know someone in such intricate detail.
She wanted to cherish it. And she wanted to hold on to it forever. To him, forever.
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It was late again, but this time, it wasn't the grind of work that kept her awake—it was the weight of facing him. Xavier would be pissed, she knew. He'd probably try to convince her to drop this job search altogether, as if his charm could keep her from stepping into a new world. She dreaded the confrontation, but there was no way she'd text or call him about it. That kind of cowardice would kill her from the inside. She needed to say it to his face—right now.
