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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 noticed that Krithika tried to open her mouth to say something but closed it immediately. Turning around, she paced across the hall, silently brooding, while he stood there like a moron, trying not to shout, controlling his anger as he had promised her, as he had promised himself.
Suddenly, she picked a rose from the floor that had fallen out of the vase and rushed toward him. Bending on one knee in front of him, she started, "Love, seven days ago I opened my heart to you, accepting every ounce of your desire that exhilarated me. Seven months ago, I opened my heart to you, collecting every drop of your trust in the oasis of my barren life." Her eyes were glowing with intense passion. "But something inside my mind tells me that I opened my heart for you way back, probably seven lives ago, when we met beyond this body and soul, when we were nothing but one." She brought the rose to him. "And I think, no, I know that we are made for each other, so would you agree with me on that?"
He froze. Everything around him slowed down, freezing to absolute stillness. The way her eyes sparkled, holding so much love and fire, it felt surreal.
"The world could end this moment, death could torch my life, but I would still want you, need you." She held his hand. "Darling, I love you. Tell me now, would you be with me as mine?"
Swallowing hard, "Ka--Kanmani..." he stuttered.
It was so beautiful. Her proposal to him was nothing like he had ever heard, nothing like he could ever imagine. It was so beautiful that he felt like he was some fairytale princess being swept off her feet by the most handsome prince in the universe.
His heart raced as her eyes narrowed at him, and just when he was about to agree to her, say "yes," she flung the rose at him, hitting him square on his chest.
"Yes, that's how you should propose to your girlfriend, my stupid loving poet Xavier Lucifer Joseph. That's how you fucking ask this Krithika Ashok to be yours, not only for this life but every other life out there, in every fucking universe." She slowly rose from her position to stand closer to him, glaring at him, burning him. "Not by announcing to Bincy Chitta that I'm your future wife, you dumbass."
When or how, he had no clue, but the moment he blinked, her almost naked body was pressed between the cold wall and his naked torso.His mind barely registered the sequence of events as their clothes, torn into shreds, lay discarded on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat, an intoxicating mixture of shock and hunger in her gasp. His eyes locked onto her face—her eyelids squeezed shut, her body trembling as if every inch of her was being electrified by the raw desire that coursed between them. It felt as though time itself had stopped, their bodies the only living thing in a world gone still. The passion between them surged, igniting an inferno they both could no longer pretend to contain.
He lightly choked her with his left hand as his eyes held her gaze. "Well, I thought to propose to you the way a pioneer does. Poets are overrated."
Her legs encased around his waist as her hands clutched his shoulders for support. "My poet writes and sings me the loveliest songs ever listened to. He is gently passionate." Her nails dug deeper into his skin. "He never tore my dress off or choked me. This pioneer seems to be wild."
He clicked his tongue. "He is an unpredictable beast, exactly the way you fantasize about him in your dreams."
"Ah! Xav, what are you doing?" she moaned as his fingers snapped open the clasps of her bra from the back.
"Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani."
Slowly teasing her skin with his right hand, he removed her bra. He caressed her cheeks and noticed her lips trembling in anticipation.
"You don't dare!" she rasped, yet gave him a demanding pout.
Oh, I do dare!
He closed the gap between them to kiss her plump lips, and she forgot about her gentle poet.
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A/N
The starting part of the attached song is such a beautiful poem. I remember that I was one of the first hundred viewers of this song (the OS lyrical video) and was surprised that why it's not a hit :') I have so many songs that are this kind of underrated gems and I feel so happy about being an obsessive music lover who finds and listens to all these songs at least eighteen hours a day XD
Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism.
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