[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...
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"Yay!" Rashi exclaimed. "Oh my God! Krithika and Priya are going to dance in the final round!" Her face was plastered with glee.
"Or with each other," Priya said matter-of-factly. "They are going to choose randomly, so the probability isn't that low for Krithika and I to end up as partners."
"Now, that would be awesome." Rashi still had her starry eyes on. "Imagine, if you two actually pair up and win? It'll ruin everyone else. They'll be gutted." She pointed toward a group of people who looked like the board members.
"It's not like we're going to get any prize," Krithika shrugged. "I just wanted to beat my senior, that bitch, in that game and accidentally won it."
"Hey! Keep that fire, that's all we need," Rashi said, giving her a thumbs up before zipping past a couple of people to grab herself some dessert.
The call for winners to assemble at the center of the hall rang out. It was intimidating standing among the elite crowd, the very ones who made sure her bank account stayed healthy every month.
All eyes were on them as the pairing began. She only knew four names on the list—one colleague she had partnered with earlier, Priya, Satya, and him. She would be happy to be partnered with anyone except him. It was an odd feeling; her conscious self wanted to be as far away from him as possible, and she prayed for a miracle, even though she knew her luck was a bitch.
But... somewhere in her subconscious, she wanted the night to be unlucky.
She saw Priya getting paired with another employee from Xhasis. He looked handsome with his soft smile as he took her hand and stepped over the paper. Satya was already paired with her colleague. What luck! Krithika could practically hear her internal fan-girl screams. It's not an everyday event where you get to stand next to your idol and dance with her.
"Ms. Krithika Ashok from the Logistics Management Department and..." she heard her name being called. "Oh my, now that's the name we've all been waiting for. Everyone, here's our handsome boss, Mr. Xavier Lucifer Joseph."
Great. Unlucky start to the new year, huh? Fuckity fuck?
She cursed under her breath. This wasn't going the way she had hoped. Why did her luck have to fuck with her like this? Realizing she was frozen in place, she slowly shuffled over to an empty spot with paper and gingerly stepped on it. She looked around as everyone stared at her.
Sweet Lord Muruga!
She knew at that moment almost every woman in the hall wanted to burn her to a crisp. Those weren't just stares, but venomous glares, spitting fire to torch her alive. She dropped her head and tapped her foot nervously on the floor. After a few seconds, she realized there was no sign of Xavier yet.
Probably went home, exhausted from this goddamn circu—
And then, just like that, she felt a presence next to her. Her stomach flipped. She closed her eyes, hoping it was some sick nightmare. When she opened them, nothing had changed. The devil himself stood next to her. Wait... Had he taken off his jacket? Why were her hands suddenly sweaty?
She swallowed as her eyes roamed over his taut broad shoulders and chest. Why would someone wear a t-shirt so freaking tight? She fixed her eyes diagonally on a point between his right chest and arm. It was too risky to look straight—his skin peeking out of that open neckline was too inviting.
"Ah, you're my partner," his deep voice startled her, but she didn't dare to face him.
They stood apart, nearly two feet away from each other, the paper beneath their feet barely allowing any space. She considered stepping off the paper during the dance just to fail and avoid getting any closer to him.
"Are you alright?" Xavier's question cut through her clever scheming, and she nodded, unsure of what his question was even about.
After every player was paired, the orchestra started playing romantic songs, and she absentmindedly swayed her body from left to right. Her head dropped down as staring at Xavier's arm proved futile in resisting her attraction.
"You're an awful dancer, sweetheart."
What the he—
Her cheeks flushed, whether from his insult or the way he'd called her "sweetheart," she couldn't tell.
"At least look at me," he commanded.
No. Don't do it... Just step off the paper... Don't look at him. Her mind warned.
Look at him. Now. Her sultry self screamed.
Against her will, she tilted her head up, and instantly regretted every goddamn second of it.
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