Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

H' & Ten: Consequences (Part 3)

It was Saturday, a good peaceful afternoon on the best day of the week and Krithika was sleeping while listening to Urvasi Urvasi for the nineteenth time. That was all she did every Saturday- if Xavier hadn't already asked her out for a date night- to watch reruns of some series on her laptop, then idly lay on her bed or dance with her roommate while listening to her favorite songs and gobble up snacks till early evening.

After that, she had a habit of cursing herself for not taking a bath all the while hurrying to shower and getting ready to catch a bus to Elliots Beach. Then she used to take a comforting stroll, watching people being excited about everything- wondering if she suffered from depression or was just a plain boring person- and at last, ending her relaxing evening by gluttoning on a pair of chicken wings from KFC or if her mood wasn't into eating meat then buying a plate of idly in Murugan Idly Kadai.

Saturday- one day of the week when she didn't care about being an ambitious little lady fighting sexism and proving herself to be smart and strong, but rather enjoying a lazy day doing whatever comforted her.

Recently, she started to paint as well. Arches paper and Sennelier's watercolors- of course, gifted by her rich-ass fiancé- had inspired her to do more than just cry over watching William Traynor choose euthanasia over life or drink her yummy coffee while enjoying Lisbeth Salander tattooing 'I'm a rapist pig' across the chest of her vermin guardian.

Life is good. She thought to herself while repeating the song for the twentieth time on YouTube on her laptop.

Her phone bleated from the deep depths of her handbag and she glared at it.

Why can't they make a walking bag?

After a tiring day, last night she had forgotten to take out her mobile from her bag. Well, this morning she had been too busy to just roll over her bed watching the Bridgerton series.

Angrily groaning at the stupid chiming noises, she pulled her bag closer to her using her tiny toes from the far end of her bed. She forcefully opened it and kicked her hand inside, loudly singing her favorite lines, "Puratchigal Yethum Seiyamal Pennuku Nanmai Vilayathu!" 

Rummaging through all the bills and chocolate wrappers- eternal garbage- she caught hold of her phone. Squinting her eyes she saw a notification that popped up on the phone screen, it read- '15 messages from Goddess the Xhasis'

Satya had been true to her word, sending multiple clicks of her crazy lover boy. She had been receiving these constant doses of the bogus drugs- the pictures Xavier Lucifer Joseph- and it did nothing to suffice the euphoric tangible essence of him which she had caught a whiff of while being in his arms, her real addiction.

Sighing, she opened the chat and was welcomed with fifteen mouth-watering images of Xavier in a swimsuit. Added the fact that she had re-watched Viscount Anthony admitting to Kate that she was 'the object of all his desires' a few hours ago wasn't helping her to calm down.

Why technology isn't advanced enough to immediately transport me to him?

Wearing a dark blue racing swimsuit- yes, not a usual wetsuit that people would prefer for scuba diving because her Kama Deva hated to wear funny garments- Xavier looked nothing less than the sexiest man alive in the world for her.

He had video-called her last night, describing something about going to Baia to explore an underwater archaeological park. She had smiled looking at his face that held a child-like excitement, "Kanmani, it's been on my list for a long time. Fuck, I am going there tomorrow morning!"

She loved beaches, though only till shores. Diving, surfing, and other experimentation were not her cup of tea, but listening to Xavier being excited about watching the floor of the oceans had made her rethink her phobia.

Swimming was something that she had practiced during her childhood, and after watching a kid nearly lose her life, she had been shit scared to enter into any water currents. Maybe a little motivation from Xavier was what she needed to try it again.

Blinking, she stared at her phone. As Satya had mentioned, she kissed her mobile screen and immediately wiped off her wet lip marks from it, "Yen Azhagiya Asura!", she crooned, "You kill me with your looks and then revitalize me with your soft touches, huh?", she kissed the screen again, "What have you done to me? Look at me, kissing my phone with your image flashing in it like a hopeless romantic teenager!", she murmured to herself.

Furiously blushing, she put her phone down and calmed her breathing, "Stupid, Krithika!", she admonished herself and her eyes darted over the wall clock. It showed that it was exactly the time to start cursing for a bath, so she huffed and pushed herself out of bed.

This time she decided to take a head bath, it was getting sweaty in her room. Chennai and humidity were best friends. It was so fucking humid all the time, and she wanted to feel refreshed rather than just being hygienic. Wrapping her hair with a towel and patting herself dry, she covered herself with another towel and walked back to her room.

She noticed that her phone kept blinking above the bed. Realizing that she had accidentally put it on silent, she went ahead and checked it. She found two missed video calls from Xavier. Lying on her stomach on her bed she called him back.

The phone screen instantly was covered with his beautiful face, in real and not a photo, "Merda!", she heard him sigh while spewing something in Italian, "Krithika, sei bellissima! sei uno spettacolo, amore mio!"

She scrunched her face, "I am already trying hard to learn Malayalam, no need to show off your multilingual talents to me.", she rolled her eyes, "You don't know how good I can curse in Tamil, your Merda and Belicima will die in front my Gommale and more."

"Apdiya? Verre yenne theriyum yen Kanmani ku?", he asked her what else she knew in fluent Tamil, and her eyes widened in shock.

What the actual fuck?

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A/N

By the way- "Puratchigal Yethum Seiyamal Pennuku Nanmai Vilayathu!" means- "Without any revolution, a woman can't get what she wants (or, nothing good can happen to a woman)."

How fucking true and feminist that line is? I mean who writes a jolly song with such hard-hitting lyrics? The whole song is so philosophical and full of blunt facts, it is just wow.

Urvasi Urvasi, all the way!

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