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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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"To be called a choice, that sounds like an insult, my love," Xavier butted in, feigning hurt by placing his hand over his heart.
"Don't be a prick!" Krithika snarled, tossing a pen toward Xavier but missing his face by a few inches. All the while, he held his constant smile. "You are so fucking stubborn. You want to know everything, huh?"
"Your father wants to get you married. He has found a perfetto alliance. And you felt it was fitting to hide such significant information from me?" He clicked his tongue. "The pot calling the kettle black, my Kanmani. Jealousy doesn't fit you."
"Okay, swim nude inside the caves of Blue Grotto. I don't fucking care!"
Krithika felt the back of her neck burn in humiliation.
"My Kanmani?!" Karthik screeched. "Muruga! How long has this shit been going on?"
"Officially, almost nine months. Unofficially, seven lives," Xavier started spewing his romantic garbage. Sluggish wickedness crept into that smile of his. "Do you want me to add how much we love each other? I suppose you wouldn't like to learn those types of details."
"Fuck!" Karthik yelled—almost yelled.
She mewled at the same moment, "Ohmygawd!" feeling her body flare up as if cursed by Rishi Durvasa.
Talk about how to use words to play around. Xavier was a master at it. No, he was the fucking scriptwriter of the first drafts of Double Entendres.
Also, the deity who blessed you with orgasms via Dirty Talking...
Argh!
She couldn't look at her brother. The knowledge of her having a physical relationship—completely unnecessary data—with a man whom he idolized was openly served to him. Her hands itched, her mind coercing her to slap Xavier for being nothing but a nuisance.
"I like him," Xavier declared, his voice light as if happiness were the prominent emotion he felt. His gaze pointed to Karthik. "He's not like your shitty father. The kid loves you, and I like that. Kanmani, you were right about him."
"Don't call me a kid!" Karthik grumbled. "I don't want to be your intern. Fucking hell, I don't want to be here."
Krithika felt sorry for her Thambi. She could apprehend how her brother might feel—being flooded with details about the love life of his only sister, that too by the love interest himself.
He would have had a better day if he hadn't applied for the ridiculous internship at Xhasis. But passion ran in the blood of Ashok Shanmugam's kids like hemoglobin. How could his son have missed such an opportunity?
