[FEATURED IN WATTPAD INDIA PROFILE]
❝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...
Not a warning, just a piece of information: The chapter has a bit of Tamil conversation; I have explained it in the dialogue itself or it is added in the expression details of the character. You don't need to translate to read :)
I like to keep the conversation real, and this chapter required Tamil to have all the characters' emotions in place.
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"Stop fiddling with your fingers, you're making me anxious," Xavier muttered frustratedly, grabbing Krithika's hand.
Snatching her hand away, she snapped, "Fucking shut up, I'm so nervous," and started walking faster than the others.
Farhan rolled his eyes. "Do your relatives carry a Glock?" He clicked his tongue. "Because, Kri babe, I do." Moving his suit jacket aside, he flashed the gun nestled inside a holster. "Either you both calm down, or I'll shoot you two before you try to populate our mother Earth."
"For what the fuck are you carrying a gun?" Xavier grunted. "That was not required at all."
Farhan scoffed. "Stop giving yourself so much value. I carry it for my safety."
"Do you even have a fucking license for that?" Krishna seethed. "I might as well arrest you."
"Nawab Farhan Siddiqui," Farhan said with a vicious smile. "That's my name, and that's enough to make every higher official of yours go bonkers. Got it, cheeky SP?" He pouted mockingly. "Godsmacked, eh? Now, piss off!"
Krishna gritted his teeth. "Bastard."
Xavier fumed at Farhan's atrocious comment, his fists clenching at his sides.
"If you guys are done proving who's the most powerful asshole here, can we please focus on the task at hand?" Satya cut in, striding past the group of bickering men. She muttered to herself, "Fucking testosterone-filled thickheads."
She turned sharply to bark at Krithika, "You want to get married with your parents' blessings, right?" Her grip tightened on Krithika's arm like a vice. "Then walk faster and stand up for yourself. These men are just full of shit and completely useless."
"Satty darling, is it your bloody menstruation time, innit?" Farhan called out mockingly. "You seem cheerfully homicidal today."
Krithika scrunched her face in disgust. "Are you always this—oh, fuck!" Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of her tiny cousin staring down at her from the balcony of Kartikeyan Villa, mouth agape in shock.
