Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Fifty Two: Lateral Torsional Buckling (Part 2)

"Xaviiiii!", the sweet voice of Dhanya Devi welcomed him before he could even envision her. He heard the roaring of her anklets halt behind him as a pair of frail arms hugged him tight.

He turned around under her weak embrace and grinned. Dhanya Devi, the rebellious fourteen-year-old teenager was dressed up in a beautiful yellow and parrot green half-saree and looked adorable like a doll. She was a Xerox copy of her elder sister, just way younger than Satya.

"How come my sweetie is wearing anklets?", he pulled her closer as they walked together inside the house, "Did Satya again force you to wear them?"

He couldn't help but laugh when she scrunched up her nose, "Akka is getting stringent day by day.", she skimmed around before continuing in a murmur, "Get her married to someone, at least her attention will be divided."

Guffawing at her request he continued, "Sweetie, that's being pretentious.", he lowered his head to her level and attempted the fake stage whisper, "Even if she gets married, you won't be excused from her attention."

She kicked his side by her elbow and he feigned hurt, "How come she hasn't even mentioned your name in the past two days?", she arched a brow, "Don't tell me you fought with Akka."

He pursed his lips into a thin line, "I might have angered her.", grimacing he watched as junior Satya shot a strong glare at him, "You had any plans?"

"Go and fall at her feet, beg for forgiveness.", she rushed, her slim arms moving in the air, "I don't care, I had messaged you that I was planning to go on a trip and you have to convince her.", she slapped her head with her palm, "Useless Xavi, you are such a duffer."

Patting her head he assured her with a wide grin, "Dhanuma, Xavi will convince Satya. No worries.", he crossed his heart in a promise.

She rolled her eyes. He listened to her school stories and gossip as she animatedly explained to him. It was like walking with a teen Satya as the older woman was no different than her sister. They entered the living area and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Oh fuck... She looks so... fuck!

Time froze as his eyes experienced the utmost beauty in front of him.

With a bright red dress covering her chocolaty dark skin, she looked like an Apsara, an unworldly seductress in the mortal world, standing against the white wall. The garment flowed like a wildflower; it covered every inch of her body. Even her arms were covered by silky redness leaving out her dainty hands.

Has anyone ever told her that she could bring any man to his knees dressed up in that glorious red? She sure as hell looks enticing.

His eyes traveled north, they glided over the swell of her breasts, then over the slight hint of the cleavage where he spent more than a second before continuing to look at her beautiful neck adorned with a thin gold chain and ended lastly at her face.

Her big black eyes stared at him with no surprise. Did she expect him to be there? Wait, why was she there? His mouth suddenly felt parched when he saw her lips pouting at him, inviting him to do things that he had dreamt last night.

Kiss her, that's what she wants.

He could see how he had affected her, the urgent rise and fall of her breasts, her fingers fiddling with the edges of her dupatta, and finally the way she lowered her gaze. She was fighting her attraction, now that he understood her actions, it was crystal clear.

Sweetheart is fighting.

"...and Gayatri won the chess tournament against me, can you imagine!", Dhanya kept rambling. She stopped when she realized her Xavi was not walking beside her and she turned around, "Xavi!", she shouted at him and he broke free from his trance.

"Yeah, Dhanya?", he lurched forward, trying to breathe rapidly and controlling his spiraling desire as he stepped next to her.

"I said Gayatri won."

"Congratulations?"

"Ugh! I lost the tournament, Xavi.", she scowled, "You also don't care about what I say? Great!", she blamed, "I don't want to be a grown-up if this is how I will turn up to be, ignorant as hell."

"Language, Dhanya Devi!", Satya's thundering voice filled the living area as she sauntered, "Respect your elders, he is not Xavi to you."

"I am always Xavi to my sweetie.", Xavier replied in a flat tone, "Don't correct her, Satya."

Satya glared at both of them and started grinding her molars, it was visible from her tightly shut mouth and clenching jaw. She was dangerously close to screaming but controlled herself. Probably, it was because of Krithika's presence.

Oh, wait, again, why she's here?

"Hello, sir.", Krithika's voice was almost inaudible, but he heard her. Perhaps, she was intimidated by the whole drama unfolding in front of her.

"Call me Xavier.", he punctuated, "I am not your boss here.", closer than before, he now noticed that her hair was fashionably pulled back, leaving a few locks of hair along her hairline. They dangled with every move of her face, just like the tiny jimmikis that she wore. Did it turn him on? Hell yes.

Oh God!

"We should get going, it's time for the Poojai.", Satya commanded and turned to face Krithika and smiled at her, "Krithika, please join.", and everyone in the room followed her.

If Satya had ordered to follow, one had to follow her anywhere she asked. It doesn't matter if that's to swim the seven oceans or cross the seven mountain ranges. No one dared to question, ever.

Was she an intimidating person? Yes.

Was Xavier intimidated? No.

Did he respect her? Yes.

And thus followed her orders, ocean and mountain alike.

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A/N

"Antha Arabic Kadaloram Oru Azhagai Kandene..." fits the moment here XD

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