Adultery The Untold Story of Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

[shailu4ever]

A Room Full of Sarees and Glances

The car slid into a quiet parking lane beside a community hall that sparkled under the morning sun.

The walls were wrapped in rows of mango leaves and marigold garlands, and distant music—soft nadaswaram notes and a rhythmic mridangam beat—floated through the open doorway.

Madhavi fixed her hair in the mirror. "Thank you for this, Abhi. You being here... means something."

He looked at her. "Anytime."

Abhi stepped out slowly, brushing imaginary creases from his crisp cream shirt. His fair skin caught the light, his neatly combed hair gleaming just slightly.

He wasn’t dressed like the rest of the men who had dropped off their daughters or nieces and left.

He was younger, sharper, and clearly out of place—but in the most striking way.

Madhavi emerged from the passenger side, adjusting the pallu of her saree.

The gold borders shimmered as they caught the light, wrapping around her body like a whisper.

Her sleeveless blouse, rich in tone, left her arms bare and graceful, the edge of her shoulder blade brushing into the air as she locked the car.

She turned and gave Abhi a soft smile. “You look a little... overwhelmed,” she teased, letting her eyes trail over him with both amusement and affection.

“A little?” he muttered. “You said you needed a drop. You didn’t say it was an army of sarees and gold chains.”

She laughed. “Welcome to a half-saree function, mister software engineer. You’ll survive.”

She looped her arm into his—not too firmly, but close enough to make him stiffen slightly with awareness.

The brush of her arm, the scent of her soft jasmine perfume, the slow sway of her saree beside him—it sent a quiet shiver down his back.

Inside the hall, the colors exploded. Dozens of young women, most around his age, stood in groups, chatting and posing for photos.

Their half-sarees sparkled—peacock blues, magenta silks, sun-gold weaves—flowing around their waists with long pleats and soft chiffon veils across one shoulder.

A few turned as he entered.

Some stared.

A few whispered.

And Abhi, tall, fair, shyly composed, walked into the middle of it all with Madhavi beside him.

She stopped and introduced him to a few of her cousins—most in their late twenties. “This is Abhiram,” she said. “My neighbor from the apartment.

He was kind enough to bring me today since Sandeep got called into work.”

There were polite hellos.

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But it wasn’t until three girls, perhaps a little younger than Madhavi, approached from the corner of the room that the real color arrived.

Tanvika, dressed in an emerald green half-saree, leaned in with a grin. “You don’t look like someone who enjoys this kind of thing. First time?”

Abhi smiled awkwardly. “First time surviving a half-saree invasion.”

She laughed. “I’m Tanvika. This is Niharika, and that’s Isha.”

Niharika wore a deep purple silk, hair tied in a bun with jasmine spilling over it.

She gave him a look that lingered just a second too long. “You’re Madhavi akka’s neighbor? Lucky akka,” she said lightly, and both the other girls giggled.


Isha, tall and elegant, had sharp eyes and a more reserved air.

She gave him a gentle nod and said, “You’re quite brave to walk into a hall full of aunties and cousins with zero backup.”

Abhi chuckled. “I’m still looking for an escape route.”

“You won’t find one,” Tanvika said with a grin, slipping a small plate of sweets into his hand. “But we’ll protect you.”

Madhavi watched the scene from a few steps away, arms folded, lips curved faintly in a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Her eyes lingered on the girls for a few seconds longer than needed, before she turned and called out, “Abhi, come sit near the stage. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Abhi excused himself politely and followed her. As he passed, he heard Tanvika whisper, “He’s way too cute,” followed by a laugh.

He caught up to Madhavi. “Your family is... friendly.”

She arched a brow. “You’re clearly popular.”

Abhi shrugged. “You said I’ll be safe with you.”

She smiled. “I didn’t say I’ll be the only one keeping you safe.”

They reached a bench near the stage. Madhavi sat beside him for a moment, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. Her arms gleamed in the sunlight that slipped through the side curtains. Her saree had shifted slightly as she bent forward, revealing just a delicate sliver of her midriff beneath the folds.

“Enjoy the show,” she said softly. “And don’t flirt too much.”

He looked at her with a slight smirk. “I thought I wasn’t the one doing the flirting.”

Their eyes locked for a brief moment. Warm. Electric. Brief—but long enough to feel like a secret exchanged in silence.

Madhavi stood. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Abhi nodded and watched her walk away, her silhouette melting into the colors of silk and laughter and gold.

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Dbangs, Bangles, and Mischief

The crowd inside the hall had thickened. Brightly clad girls floated between stages and photo backdrops, while aunties bustled about with trays of flowers and sweets. The air smelled of jasmine, sandalwood, and coconut oil.

Abhi leaned slightly against a side pillar, quietly taking it all in. He had never been to a function like this. It felt like walking into a festive dream — one with no exit, and surprisingly, he didn’t want one.

“Excuse me… mister charming software engineer,” Tanvika called out, walking toward him with a mischievous grin. “We need help.”

Abhi blinked. “Me?”

“You’re tall. You’re quiet. That means you're definitely trustworthy,” she said, dragging him by the wrist toward a corner.

He didn’t resist. She brought him to a small setup where a few girls were struggling to string a flower garland across a decorative frame. “Just hold that side. No, higher… yep! A little to the right,” Niharika said, directing him like he was part of the staff.

Abhi smiled, doing as asked. Isha stood nearby, watching him with arms crossed. “You're handling this better than most guys would,” she murmured.

He glanced sideways. “I’m not most guys.”

“I can see that,” she said, letting the compliment linger before turning away.

A group of girls, most in their early twenties, had now noticed him — whispering, giggling, and pretending to adjust their bangles or dupattas as they passed by him repeatedly. His fair skin, gentle smile, and slightly shy composure only made him stand out more.

One girl took a bold step. “Are you Madhavi akka’s brother?”

Abhi hesitated. Before he could answer, Madhavi herself appeared behind the group and gently touched his arm.

“He’s not my brother,” she said smoothly, her voice low and calm. “He’s my neighbor. And yes, he’s single.”

The girl blushed, and the group burst into laughter. Abhi smiled, but his eyes followed Madhavi as she walked past him. She didn’t turn around, but her fingers had brushed his forearm ever so slightly. Deliberate or accidental? He wasn’t sure. But he felt it.

Minutes later, he was pulled into another setup — this time by Isha and a couple of her cousins, who were decorating small return gift trays. They made him sit cross-legged and help paste small jasmine flowers into borders.

“You have nice fingers,” one of them said casually. “Not too rough. Software engineer fingers.”

Abhi laughed. “I’m going to pretend that’s a compliment.”

“Everything about you is a compliment,” Tanvika shot from nearby.

Across the room, Madhavi watched. A soft smile curled at her lips, but a flicker of something passed her eyes. Possessiveness? Amusement? Maybe both.

Later, as a group photo was being taken, Isha pulled Abhi in. “Come, come! You’ve survived this long. You deserve to be in the photo.”

They pushed him to the center — the only guy among a vibrant circle of young women in dazzling half-sarees. Cameras clicked. Some girls leaned toward him, one even pretending to fix his collar.

From behind the lens, Madhavi called out, “Abhi… smile like you’re very happy to be here.”

He looked directly at her, smiled gently — and nodded once. Their eyes met across the sea of color. Just for a second. No words.

A bell rang in the background. The puja was about to begin.

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The Corridor Outside the Hall

After the photos and a light round of snacks, Madhavi pulled him gently by the wrist. "Come... just five minutes. It’s too noisy inside."

They stepped out onto a corridor lined with potted plants. Afternoon light streamed in through the jali windows. The murmur of the crowd softened behind the closed door.

Madhavi leaned on the low railing, her back to the courtyard, her expression a little softer now. "Too many women for you?" she teased.

Abhi laughed. "I'm not used to being this... visible."

She looked at him sideways. "But you liked it, didn’t you?"

He smiled but said nothing.

Madhavi turned toward him, crossing her arms. The sunlight danced across her exposed shoulders and collarbones, the gold threads in her blouse catching the light. A strand of hair had fallen across her face. She made no effort to tuck it back.

"I noticed the way you looked at that girl in the green half-sari," she said softly.

Abhi looked surprised. "I didn’t mean to."

"No harm," she said, stepping closer, eyes playful. "She was pretty."

Her nearness made his breath hitch. She wasn’t flirting obviously, but something in her tone, in the way her fingers grazed her own arm as she spoke, stirred the air between them.

She held his gaze for a moment too long. "You didn’t expect this from a boring Sunday morning ride, did you?"

"No," he said, voice low.

The corridor was quiet. The light, golden. Her perfume lingered faintly.

A child called out from inside. Madhavi broke the moment with a soft exhale. "Come... we should go back in. But thank you, really, for today."

He nodded, eyes still on her.

As she turned to go, the edge of her pallu brushed against his hand.

He didn’t move.

She paused just slightly—as if she felt it too—then walked on.

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The Return Drive


The evening air had thickened by the time they left the function.

Distant thunder rolled low in the horizon, and the sky was veiled in the silvery haze of an approaching drizzle.

Abhi adjusted the rearview mirror and eased the car into traffic as streetlights blinked into life, smearing orange streaks across the windshield.

Madhavi sat beside him, her expression softened, lips curved in a quiet smile.

The saree she wore shimmered like wet rose petals, the silk catching occasional flashes of light.

Her sleeveless blouse hugged her frame with a gentle elegance, and the pallu, already loosely dbangd earlier, now looked barely anchored on her shoulder, exposing the right side of her blouse.

The right side of her blouse is visible, struggling to hold her curvaceous and firm breasts  

The air inside the car was warm, close.

“It was a nice function,” she said, watching the city pass them by. “You were a bit of a celebrity there.”

Abhi smiled. “Only because I was one of the three men among thirty women.”

She tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Not just that. You stood out. You always do.”

The rain began then — soft, playful — drumming lightly on the car’s roof, streaking the windows in slender rivulets.

It blurred the world outside, cocooning them in a little glowing bubble of sound and breath and presence.

As they slowed down near a signal, her fingers brushed the edge of her saree at her lap, adjusting it absently.

The movement brought her hand near the gear stick — close to his.

There was a silence. 

Electric.

Open.

Abhi looked at her.

Then, gently — without speaking — he placed his hand over hers.

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The Return Drive Continued...


He placed his hand over hers.

Her hand was warm.

Still.

Her breath hitched ever so slightly, and she turned to look at him.

Not with surprise, not with confusion — but with a quiet stillness,

Like someone who had waited for a moment to arrive.

Their hands stayed that way — unmoving — as the signal turned green and the car rolled forward again.


She didn’t pull away.


The apartment lane came into view.

the street lights shimmering through the rain like blurred candles.

As Abhi slowed down and turned into the building's parking.

She shifted in her seat, turning toward him slightly.

The pallu slipped — unhurried — sliding down her shoulder like silk responding to gravity’s sigh.

It fell into her lap, baring the full elegance of her blouse, the gentle swell of her chest rising with every breath.

Abhi couldn't help but stare at the sheer beauty that lay before him.

The delicate curves of her bosom were accentuated by the tightness of her blouse, which clung to her body as if it belonged there.

The deep cleavage is visible through that deep v neck sleeveless blouse, electrifying and inviting

Madhavi's eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.

Her skin appeared smooth and soft, like milk.


Abhi wanted to reach out and touch her, but he restrained himself.


She noticed the glance he gave her.

She didn’t adjust it.

Instead, her voice dropped a shade. “You haven’t said much after the function.”

“I’ve been… trying to stay calm,” he replied.

“Why?”

He hesitated. “Because you’re sitting so close. And you’re looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you remember every second we sat side by side in that bus last year.”

A quiet chuckle escaped her, low and honeyed. She leaned in.

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The rain grew louder now, a soft crescendo against the metal roof. Inside, the warmth between them grew impossibly thick.

Her eyes dropped to his lips for the briefest flicker, and then she said — barely above a whisper, “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier.”

“But you did,” he replied, echoing her.

“And I meant it,” she said.

Their faces were close. Too close.

He could feel her breath, the faint scent of sandalwood in her hair, the warmth of her body radiating inches from his.


And then ...


She leaned forward… and kissed him.

A slow, deliberate kiss on his cheek.

But it wasn’t quick. It wasn’t fleeting.

Her lips lingered, brushing softly along his skin, pressing just enough to feel the shape of him.

Her fingers rose, resting lightly on his chest, not pushing, not pulling—just grounding herself.

And her lips stayed there—longer than he could process—warm, trembling, and full of something she hadn’t dared express in words.

Abhi closed his eyes.

His breathing slowed.

The rain outside muted the world.

And inside the car, time slowed — all that existed was the imprint of her lips, the fluttering press of her body so close, the silk of her saree brushing his forearm, and that dizzying feeling of something unspoken finally cracking through the surface.

When she finally pulled back, her face didn’t move far. Their eyes met — quiet, tangled, searching.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever say it again,” she whispered. “But I needed you to feel it.”

He could only nod.

She adjusted her pallu slowly, her movements graceful but shaken — and opened the door.

“I’ll see you,” she said, without looking back.

She disappeared into the rain, her form dissolving into the misty evening.

Abhi sat in the car, motionless, one hand still on the gear stick, the other subconsciously touching his cheek where her kiss still burned.

A slow smile broke across his face — confused, guilty, thrilled, stunned — all at once.

He whispered to himself, “What were we even doing…”

But the warmth inside him said — whatever it was, it had just become real.

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Hi all,

I hope you’re enjoying the updates! Please feel free to share any suggestions or feedback.

I truly appreciate it and will use it constructively to improve my storytelling skills.

Thank you!

-- Shailu

[Yash121]

I feel..Its time to abhi's first kiss..❤️

[shailu4ever]

I feel..Its time to abhi's first kiss..❤️

Hi Yash121

Thank you so much for your feedback — I truly appreciate it. You're absolutely right: he's about to experience his first kiss, and that moment will be part of today's update.

I had initially considered placing it during the car scene when she kissed him on the cheek, but I wanted his first real kiss to be something truly special and memorable. I want him to completely melt into the experience, and you'll see that unfold in today's update.

Once again, thank you sincerely for your feedback. It means a lot to me and really helps me move forward with the story.


-- Shailu

[Rocky@handsome]

I have always been a huge fan of "Slow Burn", and i can see it in your writing you are immensely talented at it➖️ "Slow Burn"


I must say Bro!! you are doing a Commendable job!!

Best regards

Rocky ❤️

[shailu4ever]

I have always been a huge fan of "Slow Burn", and i can see it in your writing you are immensely talented at it➖️ "Slow Burn"


I must say Bro!! you are doing a Commendable job!!

Best regards

Rocky ❤️

Hi Rocky

Thank you so much for your kind words and support. I truly appreciate it!  It is most needed for me during the writing of this novel.

Just a small note: I’m not a "bro," I’m actually female ?.

Really glad to hear you're enjoying the "Slow Burn" style in my writing, that means a lot!

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi All

I really want you all read the following update and give me your honest feedback. 

Here comes the update...

Thank you

-- Shailu

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When the Silence Held Fire


Abhi sat in the car, motionless, one hand still on the gear stick, the other subconsciously touching his cheek where her kiss still burned.

He sat there for a long time, recollecting the softness of her warm, soft, rosy lips against his cheek.

He could feel the wetness they left on his cheeks.

It felt like he can feel that for the rest of his life.

Finally he stepped out of the car and started climbing the stairs.

The hallway was hushed as Abhi climbed the stairs slowly, the soft thud of his shoes echoing off the walls.

His chest still carried the warmth of the drive back.

    The scent of her lingering on the fabric of his shirt
    
    The quiet laughter they’d shared
    
    The flickers of something unspoken growing stronger between them.
    
He could still feel the imprint of her closeness in the car, the way her voice had softened, the look in her eyes when she watched him.

The soft murmur of rain had just begun outside, a gentle drizzle painting the quiet air with silvery rhythm.



Abhi stood outside Flat 202.

For a moment, he closed his eyes.

He hesitated for a heartbeat.

His breath had quickened.

His hands were still warm from the steering wheel — or maybe from her nearness during the drive.

Then, quietly, he lifted his hand and knocked gently.


Madhavi opened the door.

“Abhi…?”

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She stood framed in the golden warmth of the apartment lights.

She had changed — a fresh, soft cotton saree clinging gently to her damp body.

The cream-colored fabric with sky-blue borders hugged her waist, her pallu dbangd casually over one shoulder,  just enough to tease.

She wasn’t trying to impress — but everything about her made it impossible not to be drawn in.

Her blouse sleeveless and minimal, exposing her smooth arms and the elegant curve of her collarbones, with a hint of fullness behind.

She had clearly just come from a shower — hair half-dry, loose around her.

Hair unpinned, loosely curled, trailing damp over one shoulder.

Her face glowed with that just-washed tenderness, lips flushed, the faintest dew along her temples.

Her cheeks had that delicate post-bath flush, her lips slightly pink, her skin dewy and radiant.

He could not see any trace of makeup, only that natural, post-shower tenderness that made her look younger, gentler, more vulnerable.

Bare arms, no bangles. No bindi. Just her — real, quiet, and disarming.


She looked... breathtaking.


Abhi blinked.

She looked like a vision — not in some overtly made-up way, but in that intimate, almost unguarded freshness that makes a woman breathtaking without even knowing it.

Her eyes softened the moment they met his.

“You’re back already,” she said with a small, unsure smile.

“I didn’t want the night to end with the car door,” he said, simply.

“I just… wanted to see you again.”.  His voice became soft. “and say goodnight… and thank you,”

She stepped aside, letting him in, her voice almost inaudible.

“You shouldn’t have come. But I’m glad you did.”

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In the Tender Hour

Inside, the apartment was quiet — a single table lamp near the sofa casting warm amber light across the room.

The air smelled faintly of incense, cardamom, and wet earth. In that dim intimacy, the moment felt alive — fragile, suspended, electric.

The soft click of the door behind him felt like a seal.

A line crossed.

A room entered — not just her apartment, but her world, her air, her possibility.

“Didn’t think you’d come up,” she said softly, walking toward the dining table.

She picked up a half-empty glass of water.

Her fingers wrapped around the glass, and she raised it to her lips.

Her lips touching the rim in that quiet, unconscious way that made Abhi’s gaze lock on her.

Abhi’s gaze followed the curve of the glass as it touched her mouth — the gentle parting of her lips, the movement of her throat as she swallowed.

As she turned to face him again, he was still watching her — his eyes not shying away.

Then, he moved.

He stepped toward her — slowly, with intention — and gently reached for the glass in her hand.

Their fingers brushed as he took the glass from her, a whisper of skin on skin.

She didn’t stop him.

He took the glass from her and held it up, looking at it… then at her.

His eyes didn’t blink as he turned the glass slightly — aligning the rim with the exact spot where her lips had touched.

Still holding her gaze, he raised it to his own lips.

His lips touched the same spot on the rim of the glass where her lips touched.  

He kissed that spot while looking at her lips.  

His eyes lifted and looking deep into her eyes, he drank — slowly, deliberately — from that same spot.


His eyes locked with hers the entire time.


She inhaled, the air catching in her throat.

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His eyes lifted and looking deep into her eyes, he drank — slowly, deliberately — from that same spot. His eyes locked with hers the entire time.

She inhaled, the air catching in her throat.

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That one gesture — so simple — spoke everything he couldn’t say aloud.

I want to know your lips.

I want to feel what your mouth tasted.

I want you.


When he lowered the glass, the room felt heavier — but in a delicious way.

Time itself seemed to thicken around them.

“You shouldn’t do things like that,” she whispered, breathless.

His eyes still fixed on her. “I wanted to know what your lips taste like,” he said softly.

Her gaze didn’t falter. “And…?”

He moved closer — until her breath touched his throat. “I think I need …”

That unfinished sentence — so simple — spoke everything he couldn’t say aloud.


She turned and began to walk toward the sofa.

He followed her quietly, until they stood facing each other, barely a foot apart.


His fingertips brushing a damp curl from her cheek and tucking it gently behind her ear.

He let his hand linger near her cheek, and then slowly cupped it.

Her skin was still dewy from the wash, her cheeks cool and impossibly soft.

His thumb grazed her temple, and her eyes fluttered slightly.

While her cheeks blushed with a wave of heat rushed in.



For a second, she looked away. 

But she didn’t move back.

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“Madhavi,” he whispered, his voice uneven, “I… I’ve never done this before.”
 
Her lips parted, as if to speak, but no words came.

“I mean… this,” he added, barely audible. “Anything like this. Not with anyone.”

A soft breath escaped her.

She looked down for the briefest moment.

When she looked up again, her eyes were not just soft—they were swimming with something deeper.

“I know,” she whispered.

His other hand found her waist, deliberately this time.

The pallu that had been dbangd across her chest slipped a little, revealing the graceful line of her collarbone and the hint of her blouse’s curve.

The silk of the saree was cool, but beneath it, her skin was warm, alive.  

His palm touched her bare skin on her waist, gently at first, then deeper, pressing her into stillness.   

He could feel the shape of her breath beneath his palm.

It made his own breathing shallow.


Her waist was slender, but the moment he touched it, she felt impossibly close—real, tender, and dangerously beautiful.

She didn’t pull away.

If anything, she leaned slightly toward him, a surrender too quiet to name.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, feeling the softness, the heat, the vulnerability.



Her breath deepened.

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The Unspoken Glow

It was the first time he had touched a woman like this.

Not accidentally.

Not in passing.

But deliberately.

And the emotion that ran through him wasn’t just arousal — it was reverence.

Awe. She felt real, but unreal. A warmth he had only dreamed of.


“Madhavi,” he said again, as if it was the only word he trusted.

She touched his wrist lightly, her fingers cool and trembling.


Her eyes met his again.


“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, but she didn’t step back.

“Then tell me to leave,” —   he said gently.

She didn’t. Instead, she tilted her face up — just slightly.

The thumb of his hand cupped her cheek, moved slowly closer to her lips.

Something inside him buckled.

Her skin was soft as butter, warm from her bath, the faintest scent of jasmine in her hair.

His thumb continue and traced along her cheekbone, trailing light.

Her eyes fluttered, and her lips parted — just enough for his heart to lurch.


“Is this okay?”  . . .   he didn’t ask,  . . .   she could read it from his eyes


She didn’t answer with words.


But 

Her lips parted.

Her eyes softened.

And her fingers tightened on his waist.

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A Breath Apart


“Is this okay?” he didn’t ask, she could read it from his eyes

She didn’t answer with words. 

But her lips parted. 

Her eyes softened. 

And her fingers tightened on his waist.


That was all the permission he needed.


He leaned in, slowly, giving her every moment to stop him.

He lowered his lips — slowly — and pressed his lips to her forehead.

The most respectful, vulnerable kiss he could offer.

A breath on skin.

Her eyes closed, the way someone closes their eyes to remember a forgotten song.

Then his lips found her temple, and then—her cheek, lingering there longer.

Her scent filled his lungs — jasmine and warmth, a whisper of soap, and something uniquely her.

He could feel the silken curve of her cheek under his lips. He moved slowly, as if mapping a secret no one else knew.

Then his lips touched her brow — soft and slow.

From there, he kissed the side of her face. The corner of her eye. Her cheek. Her jawline.

Her breath hitched


He drew his head back just a little.

His fingers still resting on her waist, needing one last glimpse of her lips—soft, parted slightly, as if they were waiting for something they’d never dared to ask for.

His gaze lingered there, and in that breathless silence, he knew—this was the moment he’d never forget.

His eyes drifted downward, caught by the subtle curve of her lips.

They were neither painted nor dressed for effect—just naturally soft, the kind of lips that seemed to hold quiet stories and long silences.

The lower one was slightly fuller, with a gentle dip at the center, like it had been shaped with care.

There was a hint of moisture still glistening on them from the water she had just sipped, and he could almost feel the coolness of the glass pressed to them a moment ago.

They weren’t smiling now.

But there was something tender in their stillness—something that invited him closer, as if her lips were waiting to be remembered, not just seen.

And as he looked at them—unmoving, unguarded—his breath caught.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t just seeing her lips this close.

He was imagining what it might feel like to kiss them.