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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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It was Saturday, a good peaceful afternoon on the best day of the week and Krithika was sleeping while listening to Urvasi Urvasi for the nineteenth time. That was all she did every Saturday- if Xavier hadn't already asked her out for a date night- to watch reruns of some series on her laptop, then idly lay on her bed or dance with her roommate while listening to her favorite songs and gobble up snacks till early evening.
After that, she had a habit of cursing herself for not taking a bath all the while hurrying to shower and getting ready to catch a bus to Elliots Beach. Then she used to take a comforting stroll, watching people being excited about everything- wondering if she suffered from depression or was just a plain boring person- and at last, ending her relaxing evening by gluttoning on a pair of chicken wings from KFC or if her mood wasn't into eating meat then buying a plate of idly in Murugan Idly Kadai.
Saturday- one day of the week when she didn't care about being an ambitious little lady fighting sexism and proving herself to be smart and strong, but rather enjoying a lazy day doing whatever comforted her.
Recently, she started to paint as well. Arches paper and Sennelier's watercolors- of course, gifted by her rich-ass fiancé- had inspired her to do more than just cry over watching William Traynor choose euthanasia over life or drink her yummy coffee while enjoying Lisbeth Salander tattooing 'I'm a rapist pig' across the chest of her vermin guardian.
Life is good. She thought to herself while repeating the song for the twentieth time on YouTube on her laptop.
Her phone bleated from the deep depths of her handbag and she glared at it.
Why can't they make a walking bag?
After a tiring day, last night she had forgotten to take out her mobile from her bag. Well, this morning she had been too busy to just roll over her bed watching the Bridgerton series.
Angrily groaning at the stupid chiming noises, she pulled her bag closer to her using her tiny toes from the far end of her bed. She forcefully opened it and kicked her hand inside, loudly singing her favorite lines: "Puratchigal Yethum Seiyamal Pennuku Nanmai Vilayathu!"
Rummaging through all the bills and chocolate wrappers- eternal garbage- she caught hold of her phone. Squinting her eyes she saw a notification that popped up on the phone screen, it read: '15 messages from Goddess the Xhasis'
Satya had been true to her word, sending multiple clicks of her crazy lover boy. She had been receiving these constant doses of the bogus drugs- the pictures Xavier Lucifer Joseph- and it did nothing to suffice the euphoric tangible essence of him which she had caught a whiff of while being in his arms, her real addiction.
