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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...
♬ gaye tum gaye, hum tham gaye, har baat baaki hai...
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"Xavier!"
She moaned loudly.
He watched her world shatter into something bright and beautiful, her expression a testament to her satisfaction as she unraveled in his arms. He moved his hips faster, trying to focus as she trembled beneath him, her groans filling the room. His blood surged like a wild river, rushing dangerously close to release. With one final thrust, he cried her name, collapsing onto her, his weight pressing down as her arms instinctively wrapped around him. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
After a moment, he lifted his head to look at her—flushed and radiant. God, he loved her. Leaning down, he kissed her softly, just the way she liked.
"Darling, promise me you'll always love me," she murmured, her breath heavy, pulling in all the air her lungs could manage between their kisses.
"I promise, Subhadra." It was a vow, one he believed would only end with death.
"You'll die, Xav!" she gasped as he entered her again. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her voice rising in pleasure as they both surrendered to their bliss.
"No!" He jolted awake, screaming into the silence, his body drenched in sweat and throbbing with unresolved need. It had been a goddamn month, and he still cursed himself for calling Samiksha. "Why the fuck did I care!?"
Hearing Subhadra's voice that day had wrecked every last bit of progress he'd made to forget her. All his efforts vanished like smoke, resetting him to zero. Just as she'd once said—his love for her would be the death of him.
He glared at the water bottle on his nightstand, as if it could somehow understand his misery.
Lucid dreams hit him every night. He woke up screaming, drenched, desperate, only to cry himself back to sleep again. Midnight water chugging had become his pathetic, nightly ritual.
He emptied the bottle, hurling it aside in frustration. That was all he could do—nothing more, nothing less.
Grabbing his phone, he punched in a familiar number. He stared at the screen for over an hour, finally switching it and calling someone else instead.
"Hell... Xav, it's midnight. Just masturbate and go back to sleep," the voice huffed, clearly exasperated.
"Satya, that's hardly an appropriate response," he scowled.
Satya could be shockingly blunt in her half-asleep state, so unlike her usual self. But Xavier needed that kind of friend—someone who could remind him that life was just a matter of perspective, even if it came through brutal honesty.
"Well, it's hardly an appropriate time to talk," she shot back, "I'm dead tired, Xav, and my business partner's a stickler who hates late punch-ins. He's a rigid, uptight, insufferable piece of—"
"Satya," he cut in, "I'm that insufferable business partner you're ranting about."
Xavier had meant to call someone else, the one haunting his dreams and keeping him awake. But here he was, talking to the ever-candid Satya Devi, goddess of truth and bluntness.
"Oh, trust me, I know exactly who I'm talking to," she replied, clearly done with his dark mood. She had her own battles, her own endless mess to manage.
"Satya, I want to see her. I need to know why she left. I can't sleep," he admitted, finally letting it spill out.
"Yeah? Then do yourself a favor—masturbate and go to bed. Good night."
And with that, she hung up.
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