Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Ten: Varignon's Theorem (Part 1)

Year- 2023

Xavier woke from a head-splitting migraine. He realized it had been a terrible mistake to go to Satya's birthday party last night. He had expected it to be sober and sweet, not the rave kind. Adults, someone of his age, don't go to rave parties.

Satya had turned thirty and to let loose of her boundaries for once she had arranged a private party. She had invited all their employees from executives to managers and a few close friends. Even after his silly excuses, she had managed to convince him to be one of the guests.

He understood it hard way that he was too old now to drink like his younger self. Being grown up in a Christian household had an advantage for him. Old Monk had always been stocked up in the refrigerator within the reach of his father. He had been young, almost twelve when he had tasted the rum secretly for the first time and hated absolute bitterness.

But as he had aged, he had admired it, every form of pleasure from alcohol to drugs. Not the casual sex though, he had been loyal to his body in at least one form, admitting sex strictly to love-making and nothing else.

People assumed him to be the stereotypical geeky nerd, the most disciplined and brightest kid in the school. Yes, he was that, but he knew a lot more than that and experienced a lot more than that.

Surely, he wasn't addicted to any of the pleasures, except for his work, but he occasionally admired them to be able to enjoy them. No one knew about it in the past, he always put up a mask to avoid consequences. But there was only one person who knew his secrets- Subhadra. She was the one who had shared her first joint with him, and they had continued the tradition for a long time.

"Ah!", he groaned as his head felt stabbed by a new set of pain. He remembered that he had been wasted last night. He had no clue where he was right then.

Suddenly aware of his surroundings he groaned again as another wave of migraine crashed on him and he fell back on the bed.

"Satya?", he called knowing too well that he was in her home, "Satya!", he almost screamed in pain when his vision started to blur.

He pressed both of his palms on his head, trying to squeeze out the pain manually- if that was possible. Closing his eyes to tried to recollect the night's events.

Fuck!

His eyes snapped open in shock, head still pounding. His fingers traced his lips reminiscing a sparkle, a passion he had shared with someone. And it all came crashing down.

He was drunk, completely and he had smoked before his last shot. His steps faltered on the dance floor but he kept dancing as Satya pushed him to let it out, he laughed at her and grooved to the music. He danced forgetting his past, his love, and his heartbreak. That was all he could do, all he could feel. From when love had been poisoned to be toxic? He smiled thinking of the justification provided by Subhadra for the cruelty she had inflicted on him, how her sweet mouth had uttered the shitty explanation just a week ago when they had shared their last kiss.

Classic 'It's not you it's me' speech.

He scoffed as he imagined Subhadra's image disappearing into thin air, piece by piece taking away his heart. Was it so overwhelming for her to be loved that she decided to walk away? Was his love so stifling?

He threw his head back and swayed to the slow tune playing in the background. His eyes started to slightly blur. He knew that he was heavily drugged, but did he care? No.

He drank one last time, "Goodbye, Subhadra.", he muttered to himself, "Hope you find a terrible lover, that's what you fucking deserve.", he chuckled at his bitter thought.

As he walked back lazily to join the crowd his body thumped with someone. He groaned. The floor was full of people and it was common.

He raised his dominant hand- his left hand- to apologize, "Sorry.", his voice sounded foreign to himself.  As he tried to move forward, a pair of tiny hands planted themselves on his chest. He couldn't help but smirk, he knew he was hot stuff, he did take care of himself, at least physically, and he knew the kind of effect he had on women in general. Over the years, a lot of women had flirted with him and tried to even seduce him. But he wasn't a cheat, his loyalty was dedicated to only one woman, and she had been enough to quench his lust.

But at that moment, there was nothing. Neither his woman nor his loyalty to her.

He was alone.

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A/N

Let's all "Dum Maaro Dum"- says the one who hates smoking and has been a complete teetotaller all her life XD Though I know how people behave when they are high- one must have all sorts of company in life to be entertained XD

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