Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

H' & Thirty: First Love (Part 3)

Sonali suppressed herself from laughing out loud. Xavier moved to shift the speaker to the handset but she swatted his hand, ordering him to continue as it was.

"Nothing, he's asking for details about the upcoming quarter... No, I am fine, you guys carry on.", they heard Krithika talking to her colleagues.

"Aai and Baba are here, they wanted to meet you.", Xavier looked over at his parents and gave them a tight-lipped smile, trying not to feel humiliated by Krithika's aggressive charge.

"What!?", she whispered, "Samiksha's parents?"

"Yes."

"Xav... You! Why didn't you inform me earlier?", she hissed.

"They surprised me."

"Muruga! My senior is looking at me like a hawk."

"Could you manage to pull a two-hour permission for an emergency?", he tried to convince her.

"Yeah, Satya ma'am had told me to discuss with him...", she blabbered noisily to someone and whispered back to him, in a rushed note, "My manager will fire my ass; it has been too many emergencies to be left for any real emergency.", she paused before lowering her voice further, "Now, I'll get leave only if I am admitted to ICU for a brain stroke from all the poetry you fill in my head."

Talk about turning on with sarcasm... at a very wrong time.

Within seconds, Xavier felt hot by imagining his naked darling writhing beneath him while he pleasured her, singing his sweet- and dirty- poems to her. It was evident that Krithika enjoyed dirty talking, her lips parted every time he explained to her what he had planned to do her, how he had planned to do her. Oh, it always astonished him how fast she came with just a few touches and words... What an absolute satisfaction to watch her orgasm multiple times before he- actually- fucked her.

You are standing in front of your parents, fucking stop thinking about that!

Clearing his throat, he grunted, "No one would dare to fire you, I am your boss along with Satya."

"Stop being an entitled prick, I work here and have to follow the rules laid by both of my bosses, no exceptions.", she emphasized the last two words, hissing slowly.

Xavier could envision his spitfire darling seething with rage, her tiny fingers pulling the cord of the handset like she would want to strangle his neck with it at that moment. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Two hours is not a big deal.", he negotiated.

"How would you feel if your associates took an emergency break from their work time to roam with their stupid fiancés, would you be fine with that?", she whispered so softly that it was almost inaudible.

Xavier had no answer to that, "Hmm... Okay, I'll call you later."

"Exactly what I was saying, bye.", then she added loudly, "Oh, sure sir, I'll inform ma'am, not a problem."

She cut the call; he could hear the loud thud of annoyance from her handset.

He turned to look at the amusing faces of Sonali and Mukesh, "Um... Guess what? We three have to enjoy our lunch ourselves, you can meet your future daughter-in-law tomorrow.", he shrugged, "I think this call was a good introduction to her."

His Aai grinned, "She's sincere and sharp-tongued, that's a good quality."

"Just like you?", Mukesh raised an inquiring brow.

"Just like me.", her grin widened, "Anyway, let's go and have a good meal, I am a happy woman today."

Mukesh shook his head as he held his wife's hand and helped her to stand.

--

Aai and Baba were with him till evening, he had canceled his work plans for that day. Later that day, he had dropped them off at the police quarters before coming to his home.

His loneliness had always been his cruel enemy.

He had quit being an overthinker but sometimes his brain found satisfaction in tormenting him. It wasn't fair of him to hold onto resentment for a dead man but he couldn't stop thinking about his Achan, couldn't stop being a masochist who self-tortured with all those shitty thoughts floating in his mind.

"Please Achaa... Enne viduu..."

Every day of his misery flashed serially like a reality in front of his eyes, pain reverberating through his whole body.

"Achaa... Acchaaa!!!"

He shuddered.

He had a pleasant and cheerful personality- a gift from his Aai and Baba, who had made sure to pull him out of his father's abuse and keep him in their home while hugging him tight in between them. But aggression from his Achan had made him a toy of his sadist pleasures. His stepmother had never interfered, rather she used to lock herself in a room and never had tried to rescue the kid.

"Ac...Achaa... No..."

He started breathing heavily.

There had been a time- a long time ago- that whenever he sat alone with his thoughts, he had sunk deep and never survived much of that. It had been tough for him to overcome such pain, he had been a patient of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder for an ordeal amount of time before recovering.

Subhadra had been the one who had helped him during his days of severe episodes, sitting through his violent wailing and jitters, calming him during his panic attacks. She was the one who had kissed his scars and had murmured, "Xav, no one would harm you... Never, ever."

She had been the one who had dragged him to the psychiatrist for the diagnosis of his condition. It had taken him the help of medications to clear out his traumas and put a full stop to survive better. Day and night, she had lovingly cared for him, lulling him to sleep and cuddling in her embrace with comfort.

Subhadra had been the sole reason for his--

Don't think about her, don't you dare to think about her...

His security rang loud, startling him to present.

"Sir, Krithika ma'am is here.", the voice said.

He felt uneasy, his heart was stabbed with guilt.

What are you doing, Xavier?

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A/N

Talking about PTSD, I feel people should take mental health seriously than anything in life. I know that every one of us has something or other to deal with and we ignore our happiness in the process, searching for it somewhere far away or in some stupid goals.

Healing is tough, but it's not impossible.

"Tune Jo Na Kaha"... This fucking song made me cry when I heard it for the first time. I laugh at that now (age changes a few things for sure), but gawd it was pretty shit back then to be stressed and get triggered by sad songs.

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