Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Ninety Two: Sweet Rage (Part 5)

Trigger Warning, could be graphical.

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Krithika swallowed hard.

The skin was rough, way too rough to be normal. She searched for his face, he had shut his eyes and it was agonizing to watch him like that.

She called him, "Xavier..."

Her hands were frantically treading over his back, touching him, trying to sense anything different, but it just felt like a vast space of infinite ridges. Her eyes blurred, "Xavier?"

And finally, his face tilted up, his eyes full of tears. His arms encircled her waist, clutching her as tight as possible as he bent over. Lying flat on his stomach over her lap he showed her the gruesome history of his life.

"Oh Muruga!", she screamed.

Most of the skin of his back was completely marred. It looked like he had been painfully whipped endless times. Some of them were even dark in color as if deliberately charred to torture him. Every part of that skin was aged to be the permanent ugly marks of his life.

In her whole life, she hadn't seen anything like that, so abusive and tormenting. She sobbed when he hissed as her fingers touched those scars.

"Xavier...what are...who did this to you?", she choked, her body shivering uncontrollably.

He started to weep and it was too much to bear. Her heart ached as if someone was trying to squeeze out life from her. She realized that she could never bear to see him cry.

For her, love meant protecting her darling Xavier.

She slid to the front onto the floor, wrenching herself out of his hold. His body lost control over himself and he fell on the floor. Lying on his stomach he continued wailing loudly.

How could someone do that to him?

Wiping her tears she straddled his hips and bent down to kiss all over his back, trying to put an end to his misery. Encircling her arms around his wide shoulder she locked him in her hug as she laid on top of him. She pressed her body against his back, "It's okay... it's okay, my darling.", she shushed him, whispering in his ear, "I'll make sure no fucking body dares to touch you."

"Achan...", he uncontrollably sobbed, "He...he...used to flog me and tor--torch my..."

She tightened her hold, hugging him with every possible energy in her body, "Darling, we can talk later.", she kissed his shoulder, "I am here, I'll always be here."

"Krithika... He used to physically abu--abuse my Amma, and ra...rape her...and..."

Her eyes started to tear up, "Xav, please calm down."

"No!...He...he used to beat me whenever I cried...", he fisted his hand and thumped it on the floor, "He used to hurt my Amma every...every fucking day until...until she died of his torture...and then...then he continued tormenting me...till I grew older and ran away from his clutches..."

"Darling, please...you are hurting yourself.", she pleaded.

"The last time when I went to see him...to ask him to talk to Subhadra's parents...he had...he had tried to assault me...and I had...had...thrashed him so hard...", he choked.

Learning about Xavier's miserable childhood was never on her 'today's to-do list'. So many things had happened in one single day, from being assumed to be a gold-digger by her friend to listening to Xavier cry his heart out. It was wrecking her mind and she wanted everything to stop.

"He looks...so normal...so posh... No one ever knew about his monstrous behavior except for Iksha's parents... They took care of me most of the time after my Amma... He acts...acts very warm and welcoming to everyone...but he...he is a psychopath and a murderer."

Her fingers raked through his hair trying to comfort him. She realized that Xavier had gone through so much pain and had suffered all through his life. It was a miracle that he still had a will to live, fighting everything and everyone.

Her Xavier was so strong, so fucking adamant to give himself chance after chance at a peaceful life, for searching the love which he knew he deserved.

Krithika never in her life had met someone so damaged yet so beautiful. This man never used his trauma as an excuse to inflict pain on any soul, never gave up on his dreams, and never once thought of giving up on his life.

Her Xavier had a heart of gold, and she was a damned chrysophilite, wanting nothing but all the gold in his world for herself.

She felt him drifting to deep sleep as his sobs were long silenced, and he held a steady rhythm of breathing. Crawling back, she stood straight and flung off the comforter from his bed to cover him. Sleeping beside him under the comforter, she wiped off tears from his face and pulled herself closer to him. He shifted in his sleep, and she hugged him, kissing his heart.

For her, love meant to stay by Xavier's side forever for life.

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A/N

I never knew that a word called "chrysophilite" existed in this world until I wrote the last few lines of this chapter. Whew, that was a heavy chapter to write :'(

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