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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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Xavier had decided to tell Krithika about his birthday after dinner. He had baked a tiny cake, like he always did every year, and wanted to share it with her.
Talking about his childhood had always been tricky. He didn't want to hide anything from her, but it wasn't easy to open up either. Still, he was willing to share whatever she wanted to know. He trusted her more now than ever before. How? He had no idea. It was something about the calmness she brought into his life—it felt important. So, he'd decided to break down a few walls for her. Just a few at a time, though.
He took the cake out of the refrigerator; it looked pretty damn good. Chocolate and cherries—classic combo. He carried it into the living room, and that's when he was hit with a sight he never in his wildest fantasies would've imagined.
Krithika was in an orange wrap dress—oh, hell yes, one of his favorite colors—that clung to her perfect waist like it was carved out of goddamn marble. She'd mentioned something about buying it over the weekend because she'd been "long overdue for a treat" since, apparently, she had no good clothes to speak of. His brain, predictably, immediately conjured up an image of her in nothing but hot red lingerie, throwing him the most seductive look of his life. A wild cat, just like Satya said. It took every ounce of his willpower to force his mind back into the present and act like a normal human being.
After that mental struggle, he'd distracted himself by cooking her favorite meal—something she'd mentioned during one of their long calls. Ponnamma had been more than happy to teach him Tamil recipes; the poor woman was tired of making chapattis and parathas every day.
Dinner had been a success. She'd moaned at every bite, licking her fingers in that slow, sweet way that made him want to tear his hair out. She had no clue the havoc she was wreaking on his already tortured body.
The conversation about his childhood had dampened the mood a bit, but now, as his eyes trailed over her, the pendulum was swinging back with a vengeance.
She was lying on her stomach on the sofa, elbows resting on the cushioned armrest, flipping through photos he'd laid out for her. The dress had slid up to her lower thighs, revealing smooth, naked legs. She was dangling her feet in the air, humming along to the songs Alexa played on her command.
His eyes traced the curves of her body. Those rich, chocolate legs, the perfect round ass, the heavy hips that tapered into a tiny waist... and those damn breasts. Full, round, and right there, staring him in the face like they were daring him to do something about it. It felt like Menaka had just stepped out of the heavens to seduce Vishwamitra. And the worst part? He wasn't even a Vishwamitra to begin with. Is she doing this on purpose? Or is she too goddamn clueless to realize what she's doing?
Her hair was braided, leaving her body and face in full view. She was smiling at one of his photos, her bold, expressive eyes widening in what looked like astonishment.
He cleared his throat. "Here we come!"
Her head snapped up, and she scrambled to sit up, placing the photos on the coffee table and hurriedly fixing her dress and hair.
She's not seducing you, you idiot.
"That's a cake!?" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with childlike excitement. "Why are we having cake for dessert? Do rich people just eat cake randomly? Oh wait, is it because it's Valentine's Day? Did you fucking bake it?"
Her rapid-fire questions paused when he made a calming gesture, and she mimed zipping her lips, though her wide grin never faltered. Her eyes flicked between him and the cake, clearly on edge with anticipation.
He placed the cake on the coffee table, "Well, it's... it's my birthday today," he said, running a hand through his hair as her eyes widened in shock. "I thought I'd celebrate with you."
She stared at him like he'd just confessed to chopping up a couple of bodies and hiding them under the couch she was sitting on.
Okay, that looks bad.
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