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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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"Oh, my darling!" He pulled her into his arms and hugged her, making her fall into a fit of tears. "I am so sorry. Fuck. I shouldn't have... I've never..." he softly crooned, "Forgive me, my sweetheart... I would never, in my wildest dreams, try to hurt you, Krithika."
Yes, she believed every bit of that statement. She trusted him—trusted that he would never hurt her, trusted that he'd protect her at all costs, and probably believed he was the only one in the world who would do anything for her.
Yet she had felt a stab of fear when he'd yelled at her. It reminded her of her father, who used to abusively shout at her. She knew Xavier was nothing like her father, but her mind had transported her to a time when she was a tiny kid, and her father had cursed her—screaming so loud—for eating a piece of Mysore Pak without his permission. The child in her still dreaded eating that particular sweet dish.
Her eyes felt heavy and tired as she cried, her tears refusing to stop. He kept shushing her, his voice as light as a feather floating through the breeze.
They stood like that for a long time—him hugging her, his hands gently caressing her hair and face. The warmth radiating from Xavier's body lulled her into a strange comfort. Tilting her head, she looked up at him.
"Xav, I don't like it when you're angry," she said, her eyebrows scrunching together. "I know I get on your nerves more often than—"
"No. I was... it's something else, not you," he interrupted, his tone firm yet soft. "I promise I won't be angry at you ever again. Okay?"
"You don't keep your promises!" she muttered, trying to wrench herself out of his hug. But he didn't budge.
"Satya ma'am knows about us."
A bright smile spread across his lips, dimples appearing as if summoned to wreak havoc on her heart. She felt it skip a beat.
"Were you pissed at me because of that?" he whispered, his voice full of amusement.
She nodded, still mesmerized by that maddeningly beautiful smile.
"Satya knew about us even before we knew about us." He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "She has the eyes of a hawk. Nothing escapes her radar."
"But you..."
"I don't break promises," he said with another smile. "Satya has her ways of knowing everything about me. She's just a bit protective," he added, his eyes locked with hers. "I didn't think it would bother you so much. If I'd known, I would've told you earlier."
