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Ninety Five: Confessions (Part 3)

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Sighing Krithika replied, "Okay. Okay. I just don't like to be kept in the dark, and this is something happening in a literal sense right now."

He grinned at her statement, "Are you always like this?"

"Like?"

"Nothing."

"Are you laughing at me? What the fuck, Xavier?", she angrily fumed.

He kissed her pouting lips, "Nothing."

"If you hadn't handcuffed me from behind I would have thrown this blindfold to see your stupid grin.", squirming in his hug she continued, "I can feel that, no, I know for a fact that you are grinning like a fo--"

She squealed when he carried her in his arms, "Fucking hell, don't do that ever again! Why my feet are floating in the air? You could have asked me to walk and direct me!", she continued shouting at him, "Muruga! Why do I trust you!?"

He walked silently across the corridor of his guest house, smiling as she hurled accusations at him that how bad of a request it had been to ask him to take her alone, of how he could be a millionaire who kills women for fun, of how she had been a fool to easily fall in his trap, of how she was so far away from her home and if she died or disappeared no one would ever know.

Normally, it would have been offending if a woman thought so low about him. But Krithika watched too many slasher movies to imagine every horrible thing possible under the sun and blabber to him.

Once when he had examined her tiny lean fingers, she had gently poked his palm, "Every object that is sharp could kill and that's why I keep my nails like this. Rawrr...", she had cutely roared while proudly flashing her long nails. Well, he had imagined the purpose to be very different and that was one of those nights when he had taken a cold shower.

It was unbelievable for him how she had varied tastes in movies from a sweet animation Coco to gory slasher Halloween. She watched almost everything.

Not just watch, but read different genres of books. After that, she also had time to listen to every Tamil song and remember the lyrics of almost all of them. What kind of power does her brain have? After being an epic art fanatic, she was equally hardworking when it came to her career.

How can one be everything?

Crossing the main gate he motioned his driver to open the door of the car and placed her inside.

"This feels like a car.", she announced making herself comfortable in her seat.

He sat next to her and buckled their seat belt, "It might be."

"Xav!"

Holding her shoulder in his left hand he admonished her, "You know in your heart that I am not going to hurt you, calm down, Krithika."

"Okay.", and then she pursed her lip.

"Good."

He asked the driver to start driving and took out his phone. There was a collection of her favourite songs on his Spotify that he had saved day by day for her, "Krithika, I am going to play songs. Okay?"

"Yeah. Please do the honour, I am already bored."

Her face was almost covered by the large blindfold and it was hard for him to understand anything without looking into her eyes.

Tapping the play button he noticed her lips slowly curling into a wide smile.

"Ah! S. P. B. is love.", she started singing and drowned in her world of melodies.