Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

H' & Four: New Start (Part 2)

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMURUGAAAA!!!

Krithika wanted to fly to the peaks of the Himalayas and never return to Chennai or anywhere for that matter. Her whole body burned like she was getting deep fried in the sizzling oil of the hell, the hell of Lucifer.

What had you thought when you had flung your kurti off your head and had asked, no, begged him to fuck you in the open field?

Can you please stop, I want to cry and you are making it worse!

Cry? You better shut up and listen to me, just fucking leave everything and run away now!

No, I love him!

Krithika, you absolute piece of shit, your love for him--

"Darling, breathe..."

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Krithika scowled and stared at Xavier's face as he knelt in front of her. His face held a grim expression and she blinked her eyes rapidly before hissing, "Dafuq should I breathe? Just because I am not properly visible in this..", she pointed at her phone, "...stupid photo doesn't mean that these people won't have a conclusive shit against me!"

Looking at her phone screen he nodded to one of the men sitting around them and commented, "It'll be taken care of in a few minutes, don't worry."

"Don't worry?", she sneered, "Yeah, what is there to worry right?"

"I had asked my men to leave us alone that day, perhaps these folks had followed us."

"You, not us!", she snapped, forcing him to flinch back, "You dare to declare me as your fucking soon-to-be wife and then this, all bullshit!"

Oh, so she is angry about that.

Xavier stood straight and noticed the security guys who were sitting around them were trying hard to act neutral. Shaking his head he sighed, "We can talk about that once we reach our home.", he said.

"Your, not our."

"Okay."

"Fuck you the sensational multimillionaire.", he heard her mutter under her breath.

Irate- that was the emotion in the center of his mind. He was too furious to reply to anything, yet his body reacted like a horny teen high on testosterone, getting harder with every word Krithika angrily spat at him.

God, this woman!

He sat in his seat and closed his eyes, massaging his temple as he felt an onset of migraine hitting his head.

I just want to go home and sleep.

And you should fuck her, hard enough to make her see through her bullshit and put some sense in that--

Please, don't start now.

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"Krithika..."

He tried to call, pacing behind her as she bolted, throwing away her shoes and bag on her way to the living room. She tossed her jacket across the room, striking a poor vase that took her wrath and fell to shatter into pieces.

Turning around to face him, "Don't you Krithika me now!", she screamed at him, "Do you even think before you speak?"

He narrowed his eyes at her.

Crossing her arms across her chest, "Wife?", she spat as if being his wife was some sort of abominable incurable disease.

It hurt him, "So? What do you think we are doing with each other?", he bit back, "What are we? Fuck buddies who unfortunately love each other?"

She kept silent.

Fucking answer me!

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A/N

Slightly less word count for this chapter as I didn't want to add any filler. I deleted almost two hundred words after writing as it felt unnecessary to dump them to make up for the word count. The choices as an author I have to make are difficult sometimes :')

Also, "Aval" is such a cute romantic song, I don't know but it feels so normal to see a couple fighting like stupid for nothing, and laughing after a while at themselves for being ridiculous. Talking from personal experience XD

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