Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Fifty Nine: Fatigue Strength Coefficient (Part 2)

"So, I take that your father is an asshole.", Xavier's voice cut through the silence as she tried to focus on the glowing moon.

Oh, as if you fucking care about it!

It was supposed to be a long ride, and she had thought that they both were going to spend it in a quiet space. It would have been better that way, considering he had a very cheerful personality without interacting with her. Wasn't she the one whom he hated to look at?

"Ah, Muruga! Are we going to talk about my past till we reach?", she snapped with visible annoyance, "Why should I even answer you?"

Absolute silence.

She wanted to turn her head and look at him, look at his face to see what was going through his thick skull. Resisting the urge, she looked over a fluffy cloud passing over the moon.

"Two kisses, yet you act like my existence crawls your flesh like an acid.", Xavier's voice was soft, "I don't understand, sweetheart."

"You don't need to.", she replied having much control over herself, "There's a lot to be bothered about, and I am sure that I should be of the least concern to you. And drop the endearment, it is inappropriate."

"What? Sweetheart?", she heard him chuckle, "So fucking feisty. It must be that Tamil Thimiru in your blood."

"Don't you dare to judge me.", she flared to be called an audacious fool, "I am not fond of being insulted repeatedly."

She felt his hand over her jeans-cladded leg, just over the right knee. Even with thick denim, she could feel the light pressure that his left hand exerted and her heart started to race towards its damnation. She observed his hand as it slowly moved higher over her thigh.

Oh!

Stifling a moan, she pressed her lips tight.

"It was a compliment, sweetheart.", his voice still soft like velvet, melted her. She looked at his face, he was staring straight, fully focused on the road ahead, "I admire your confidence. You have a spine and stand for what you want, that's something special, that should be appreciated."

She didn't say a word. She wasn't sure how to react to the sweet little things that he was saying to her.

"I pity your father who can't see what a gem of a daughter he has.", he continued and her heart, now, felt heavy with each word that slipped from his mouth, "Sweetheart, you are worth everything, more than what he could have asked for."

Every waking moment she had craved Xavier, she had fought her desires every time her eyes had seen him. But then and there, she wanted to forget this moment forever, she wanted to erase it from her memory.

Then and there, she saw Xavier as a man with a heart- gentle as a feather- who cared about her, and she didn't want to savor it. It was bloody destructive.

Her eyes clouded with tears as she tried to fight back the urge to throw herself out of the car, "Whatever...", she mumbled as she turned her head to look straight ahead.

"I don't know what you think about me, you probably won't even tell me.", he muttered, "I just wanted you to know that I am not a monster, I do care."

"Fucking care!?", swatting his torturous hand away from her thigh she yelled, "You don't need to lie to me. Thanks for the shower of indifference. You have ignored me for the past few days and I guess that explains better. Go fucking laugh or dance with all your subordinates because why the fuck should I care!?"

Shit!

A hard slap to herself would have been better at that second.

She fucking spilled the reason for her bubbling anger with the flow of emotions.

Yes, it had extremely annoyed her to know that he was a different- perhaps a happier- version of himself with others but had carefully shunned her out of it, completely ignored her presence. Whereas, at the same time, she dreamt every fucking day and night about him. Yes, she had tried to drop her expectations but there was a constant nag in her mind.

Initially, she had felt nothing, but slowly it had crept under her skin, eating her mind, her subconscious sobbing with the picture of him.

She had dismissed her selective bitchiness as a sign of her impending menstrual cycle, aunt flow brought in enough mood swings. Being a woman was not an easy task and being a woman in her prime with hormonal fuckups was the toughest.

But now, her outburst made her realize that it was not her hormones. It was him, his attitude, his completely shitty apathetic perspective toward her that had upset her, that had made her involuntarily cry a few times during the nights.

And she had blabbered it out, in front of him, like a fucking clown.

The car screeched to a stop.

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A/N

"Ey Sandakaara" was so in front of my mind while writing this chapter.

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