Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Seventy Eight: Bitter Sandalwood (Part 1)

Xavier had decided to tell Krithika about his birthday after dinner. He had baked a tiny cake, like he usually does every year, and wanted to share it with her.

It had been hard to navigate talking about his childhood, he didn't want to hide anything from her. He was willing to share anything she wanted to know, he did trust her more than before. How? He had no idea. He had felt the calmness that she brought into his life was something important to him and had decided to break a few walls for her. Though, just a few at a time.

He took the cake out of the refrigerator, it looked pretty delicious. Chocolate and cherries could never go wrong. He carried it to the living room and was invited to the most titillating scene he wouldn't have ever imagined.

Krithika had worn an orange-colored- yes, one of his favorite colors- wrap dress that cinched at her perfect waist. She had said something about buying it over the weekend as it was long overdue to treat herself to a good dress as she probably had none. His mind had immediately jumped to an image of her wearing nothing but hot red lingerie and seducing the shit out of him. She was a wild cat, as Satya had put it. It had taken every ounce of his self-control to pull himself back from that particular imagination and act normal.

After that, he had busied himself with cooking her favorite meal that she had mentioned during their long calls. Ponnamma was more than happy to teach him to cook Tamil cuisines, the poor lady was tired of making chapattis and parathas daily.

It had been a fruitful dinner, her moaning at every bite and licking her fingers with the sweetest of hum. She had no clue what wreck she was causing on his already tormented body. The topic of his childhood had dampened the mood. But it swung back with full force now, when his eyes traveled over her body.

She was lying on her stomach on the sofa, her elbows perched over the cushioned armrest and supporting her upper body to lean as she flipped through the photos that he had kept to show her. The flowy garment had settled somewhere on her lower thigh and revealed her naked legs as she dangled her feet high in the air while humming to the songs that Alexa was playing on her command.

His eyes traced her curves slowly. Those chocolaty legs, the perfectly round bottom followed by heavy hips that tapered to a narrow waist. And then damn...those fucking full breasts. It felt like Menaka was waiting to entice Vishwamitra. And he wasn't even a Vishwamitra to start with.

Is she doing this purposefully? Or is she too naive to understand her actions?

She had braided her hair and that fortunately gave him a clear view of her body and face. She was smiling at a photo of him, her big bold eyes looking at his image in astonishment.

He cleared his throat, "Here we come!"

Her face snapped up to look at him and she immediately sat up placing photos on the coffee table, hurriedly correcting her dress and hair.

She's not seducing you, you shithole!

"That's a cake!?", she chortled, her eyes lighting up in a child-like excitement, "Why are we having a cake for the dessert? Do rich people have cakes randomly? Oh wait, is it because today's Valentine's Day? Did you fucking bake it?"

Her string of never-ending questions halted when he motioned her to calm down and she enacted to zip her lips with her fingers. Her face still had a wide smile as her eyes volleyed between cake and his face.

He placed the cake on the center of the coffee table, "Well, it's... It's my birthday today.", he raked his hand through his hair as her eyes slowly widened, "I thought to celebrate with you."

She looked at him in plain horror as if he had confessed to killing three people and had hidden their bodies under the sofa where she was sitting.

Okay, that looks bad.

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A/N

Karthi in "Naan Mahaan Alla" is goals. Change my mind XD

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