Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Prologué: Mohr's Circle

Year: 2018

"Do you really want this?" He spat out, his face twisted with anger and hurt. His beloved wife, Subhadra, stood before him with a blank expression, holding onto silly legal papers that meant shit to him but seemed to be tearing him apart.

Fuck.

There wasn't even a flinch at his outburst; instead, she remained steadfast, standing with impeccable posture, her gaze steady and unwavering despite the storm of emotions swirling around them.

What the fuck!

Subhadra had finally decided and those fucking papers proved her determination.

He pulled a chair closer and settled in front of her, his eyes locked onto her with unwavering focus, as if determined to capture every precious moment with her captivating soul. In that room, with her alone, he couldn't shake the thought that this might be his final chance to bask in her presence. This could be the end of everything.

"Xav, don't make it difficult for me," her voice quivered slightly as she replied. He couldn't shake the feeling that he might have imagined it all. Ever since he spotted her in the kitchen that morning, his mind had been playing tricks on him, veering toward delusion. Despite his persistent pleas for her to visit, it had been three long months since she last set foot in their home.

A. Full. Three. Months.

Having disregarded him for three months as if his existence had been inconsequential to her, she had surprisingly shown up that particular morning. He had woken up to the delightful aroma of food, finding her in the kitchen, expertly preparing Aloo Parathas for him. With such ease, she continued as though the preceding months had never happened, leaving him perplexed by her indifferent attitude. How was that possible?

Once they had finished their meal, she kissed him, pouring all her desire into the embrace. Yet, even after such a passionate kiss, their souls had remained yearning for each other. And later, they had loved each other, entwined in each other's arms- both naked and content.

"Care to explain?"

She had fed him food, had fucked him senseless. That's all. That's all it was about. And then, with audacity, she had taken those papers and deliberately slid them next to him immediately after she had finished dressing.

"So, whatever we had in our bedroom a few hours back was a part of 'not making it difficult', huh?", he scoffed, his eyes smoldering with unshed tears.

"Bastard!"

He had incited a tumult within her, making it challenging to discern whether the emotion was love or hatred.

"I loved you, Xav...", she sneered, "With all my heart, soul, and body." As their gazes met, hers held a hint of pain. "Nothing was enough for you to understand yourself!" She flung the papers directly at his face, and they landed with a sharp impact, akin to a rain of needles upon him.

Lowering himself, he retrieved a handful of papers from the ground. With deliberate slowness, he began to read from one of that crap, "Marriage Dissolution..." His fingers traced their names.

In an instant, he crumpled the paper into a tight ball and pounded his fist onto the coffee table. The glass top exploded into a myriad of fragments, the noise reverberating loudly and sharply, mirroring the turmoil within his mind and the anguish in his heart.

She was breathing fast; he could sense the hurried rhythm. It fucking pained him.

"Will you be happy?" At that moment he longed for her to kill him instead of answering his question, he preferred a knife over a bunch of papers. "You will be happy.", he confirmed, his eyes still holding back a flood of unshed tears, their gloss reflecting the weight of his emotions.

Deep within his consciousness, he had sensed it looming. He had foreseen this outcome, recognizing its inevitability. Yet, the fear of losing her permanently had rendered him incapable of confronting either her or himself.

A sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips; it stung him to the core. He came to the stark realization that he had nothing left to hold dear, nothing left to long for. Subhadra was leaving him, his life and soul.

"Anything for you, my loving wife."

And that day his world crashed into a cold mess of nothingness.

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A/N

Namaste Everyone!

Hope you guys are doing great in your life. It's been a long time since I have been to the Wattpad.

Well, here I am after so many years, to write a story that has been stuck in my head for a year now.

This story was initially meant to be cheerful, teensy, and a bit of trauma, back in 2016 that was my idea of Xavier... But after these many years, I thought, Xav would be old now (Yep, he's 33 now in 2023, I have made a freaking timeline of all the characters and events, lol). So, who else can tell his present-day story to the world if not me?

Here I am, to put this story title to good use and write some hardcore romance.

Talking about hardcore, this story is not erotica or anything near to it. Sorry if this upsets you (I am not good with writing graphical details of anything, give me emotions- I can write 200 pages). Though it will have its moments, which would be passionate (a bit of smutty content, a tiny bit though), and I always like to write an emotional rollercoaster of a story.

And, from being the author of "A Loan of Five Rupees" to now- this present day- I feel my personality has grown from imagining love stories to living them.

Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism.

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