04-09-2024, 01:50 AM
CHAPTER – 13
Next morning kavya woke up and got ready for her work. She has a working system set up in her room with 2 monitors and a laptop. Most of the time she is in a meeting with her manager and other teammates with client. Mostly her job is to take notes in the meeting and work accordingly.
Sometimes she puts on the earphones while on a call and she do some basic work while attending the call. This part she likes the most about her job. But whenever she thinks about it, she thought of Danish who helped her securing this job and she really wanted to end up this cold war between them.
Around 10 AM there is a 15 Min break for Kavya, She thought of calling Rahul, in the first time Rahul did not pick up the call. Kavya made a face and talk to herself this guys is always busy. Rahul picked up the call on the second time and Kavya talked to him, about random stuff and her job. While talking to Kavya, Rahul said he will be late tonight there is a client meeting. Kavya didn’t say anything coz its not new for her. She said ok and hung up the call.
Kavya is in a deep thought, thinking about Rahul like he is working so hard that he didn’t get time for her, but she didn’t pay too much attention coz she understands how hard working is Rahul. She thought of clearing things with Danish, she thinks this is the right time. No one is here they are alone and talk freely.
KAVYA, dressed in a crop top with short sleeves that stops above her navel and gym tights, stands near the kitchen entrance, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. Her eyes occasionally glance toward the door of the room where DANISH has been working all day. The tension in the apartment has been palpable for days. Finally, gathering her courage, she takes a deep breath and walks toward the door.
KAVYA
(softly, more to herself than anyone else)
"Okay, you can do this. Just... talk to him."
She gently knocks on the door.
KAVYA
"Hey, Danish? Can I come in?"
There’s a pause, then DANISH’s voice comes from inside, sounding tired.
DANISH
"Yeah, come in."
Kavya opens the door slowly and steps into the room. Danish is sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers and his laptop. He looks up as she enters, his eyes betraying the exhaustion he feels. There’s a brief, awkward silence between them as Kavya closes the door behind her.
KAVYA
"Hey... How’s work going?"
Danish sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples.
DANISH
"Busy, as usual. Deadlines are a killer."
Kavya nods, unsure of how to bridge the gap that’s grown between them over the past few days. She takes a step closer, her voice hesitant.
KAVYA
"Danish, I... I’ve been meaning to talk to you."
Danish looks up at her, his expression guarded. He senses where this is going but says nothing, waiting for her to continue.
KAVYA
"I’m really sorry about what happened the that day. The argument... about the kitchen. I know I was harsh, and I’ve been feeling awful about it."
Danish’s expression softens slightly, though the tension between them remains.
DANISH
"Kavya, it’s okay. I was at fault too. I should’ve helped more around the house, especially since I’m here all day."
Kavya shakes her head, stepping even closer now, almost within arm’s reach.
KAVYA
"No, you’ve been working so hard. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was just... frustrated. But that’s no excuse."
There’s another brief silence. Danish looks at her, seeing the genuine regret in her eyes. He lets out a slow breath and finally nods.
DANISH
"Maybe we both overreacted. We were both stressed. It happens."
Kavya looks relieved that Danish isn’t holding a grudge. She takes another step closer, now standing right in front of him. The soft, skin-baring fabric of her crop top brushes lightly against Danish as she gets closer, adding to the tension in the room.
KAVYA
"Still, I want to make it up to you. You’ve always been there for me, Danish. You even helped me get this job... and here I am, picking fights over something so stupid."
Danish stands up from his chair, now eye-to-eye with Kavya. The space between them is almost nonexistent. He searches her face for a moment before speaking.
DANISH
"Kavya, you don’t need to make it up to me. We’re friends, and friends argue sometimes. What matters is that we understand each other."
For a moment, neither of them moves. The weight of their unresolved feelings hangs in the air. Finally, Kavya breaks the silence, her voice soft and filled with emotion.
KAVYA
"I just don’t want there to be anything between us, Danish. I value you too much for that."
Danish’s gaze locks onto hers, and for a moment, everything else fades away. He slowly reaches out and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth from his touch radiates through Kavya’s skin, sending a shiver up her arm.
DANISH
"There’s nothing between us, Kavya. We’re good."
But as he says this, they both feel the undeniable spark that ignites when their hands touch. The realization of how close they are, both physically and emotionally, washes over them. Kavya, feeling the intensity of the moment, steps closer, her heart pounding in her chest.
Without thinking, she wraps her arms around Danish in a hug. As she presses her body against him, the soft fabric of her crop top, lifted slightly at the hem, brushes against Danish’s torso. Danish is caught off guard at first but then slowly wraps his arms around her as well.
As they embrace, Kavya is acutely aware of how solid and strong Danish feels against her. His chiseled physique, honed from years of discipline and working out, is impossible to ignore. She can feel the firmness of his chest and the defined muscles of his arms enveloping her in a protective hold. The sensation sends a wave of warmth through her, mingling with the comfort of being close to him.
In the embrace, Danish's hands unintentionally slide to Kavya's lower back, brushing against the exposed skin where her crop top has lifted. The touch is firm but gentle, and his fingers brush against her bare skin. Kavya’s lower back is toned from her regular workouts, the muscles firm under his fingertips.
Kavya feels her breath hitch as Danish’s hands rest on her lower back. The sensation of his warm hands on her bare skin is both startling and comforting. She’s always been proud of her strong lower back, the result of countless hours spent working out, and the feel of Danish’s touch there is intensely intimate. It’s a part of her body that’s sensitive, and the unexpected contact only heightens the emotional charge of the hug.
The unexpected contact sends a jolt of electricity through both of them. The warmth of Danish's hands against her bare skin is both startling and comforting for Kavya, intensifying the emotional charge of the hug.
From Kavya’s perspective, the hug feels like a release of all the guilt and frustration she’s been carrying. The warmth and strength of Danish’s embrace, coupled with the accidental touch of his hands on her lower back, are intensely soothing. She can’t ignore the electric charge that passes between them, amplified by the feel of his chiseled body against hers, making her heart race. The scent of her perfume lingers between them, jasmine and citrus mingling with the clean, masculine notes of Danish’s aftershave, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that leaves her slightly dizzy.
From Danish’s perspective, the hug is both comforting and stirring. The closeness with Kavya, combined with the feel of her bare, toned lower back against his hands, is unexpectedly intense. The accidental touch on her lower back heightens his awareness of her, creating a mix of protectiveness and deepening affection. He’s also aware of how her body feels pressed against his, the softness of her skin contrasting with the firmness of her athletic build, and it stirs something deeper within him. The scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and citrus, wraps around him, intoxicating in its subtlety. It’s a scent he hadn’t noticed before, but now it’s imprinted in his memory, tied to this moment and the closeness they share.
The intensity of the hug deepens as they cling to each other, both trying to find comfort in the other’s presence. The connection they feel is more profound than either of them anticipated. The hug lingers, filled with an unspoken tension and a spark that neither can deny.
After what feels like an eternity, they slowly pull away, but their hands remain intertwined. Both of them are breathless, and neither can bring themselves to speak right away. The room is filled with an unspoken tension that neither of them can ignore.
Finally, Kavya breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
KAVYA
"Danish... I—"
Danish gently places a finger on her lips, silencing her. His eyes search hers, as if looking for answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet.
DANISH
"You don’t have to say anything, Kavya."
They stand there, still holding each other’s hands, unsure of what this moment means but knowing it has changed something between them. The connection they felt in that hug lingers, a spark that refuses to fade.
Danish finally releases her hand, though the warmth of her touch remains with him. He steps back, trying to compose himself, while Kavya looks at him with a mix of confusion and something else—something deeper.
DANISH
"Maybe we should... get some air."
Kavya nods, still trying to process the emotions swirling inside her.
KAVYA
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
They exchange a look, both of them aware that things might never be the same between them again. But for now, they push those thoughts aside and Kavya head toward the door, stepping out into the living room.
While leaving the room Kavya said I’ll make dinner tonight. Your favorite.
DANISH
(smiling)
Sounds perfect.
KAVYA leaves the room, her steps lighter than before. DANISH watches her go, a content smile on his face. The apartment, once tense and quiet, now feels warm and welcoming again. The silence is no longer uncomfortable—it’s peaceful.
DANISH leans back on his chair, a sense of calm washing over him. The argument, the tension, the guilt—it’s all in the past now. What remains is the bond between them, stronger than before.
Next morning kavya woke up and got ready for her work. She has a working system set up in her room with 2 monitors and a laptop. Most of the time she is in a meeting with her manager and other teammates with client. Mostly her job is to take notes in the meeting and work accordingly.
Sometimes she puts on the earphones while on a call and she do some basic work while attending the call. This part she likes the most about her job. But whenever she thinks about it, she thought of Danish who helped her securing this job and she really wanted to end up this cold war between them.
Around 10 AM there is a 15 Min break for Kavya, She thought of calling Rahul, in the first time Rahul did not pick up the call. Kavya made a face and talk to herself this guys is always busy. Rahul picked up the call on the second time and Kavya talked to him, about random stuff and her job. While talking to Kavya, Rahul said he will be late tonight there is a client meeting. Kavya didn’t say anything coz its not new for her. She said ok and hung up the call.
Kavya is in a deep thought, thinking about Rahul like he is working so hard that he didn’t get time for her, but she didn’t pay too much attention coz she understands how hard working is Rahul. She thought of clearing things with Danish, she thinks this is the right time. No one is here they are alone and talk freely.
KAVYA, dressed in a crop top with short sleeves that stops above her navel and gym tights, stands near the kitchen entrance, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. Her eyes occasionally glance toward the door of the room where DANISH has been working all day. The tension in the apartment has been palpable for days. Finally, gathering her courage, she takes a deep breath and walks toward the door.
KAVYA
(softly, more to herself than anyone else)
"Okay, you can do this. Just... talk to him."
She gently knocks on the door.
KAVYA
"Hey, Danish? Can I come in?"
There’s a pause, then DANISH’s voice comes from inside, sounding tired.
DANISH
"Yeah, come in."
Kavya opens the door slowly and steps into the room. Danish is sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers and his laptop. He looks up as she enters, his eyes betraying the exhaustion he feels. There’s a brief, awkward silence between them as Kavya closes the door behind her.
KAVYA
"Hey... How’s work going?"
Danish sighs and leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples.
DANISH
"Busy, as usual. Deadlines are a killer."
Kavya nods, unsure of how to bridge the gap that’s grown between them over the past few days. She takes a step closer, her voice hesitant.
KAVYA
"Danish, I... I’ve been meaning to talk to you."
Danish looks up at her, his expression guarded. He senses where this is going but says nothing, waiting for her to continue.
KAVYA
"I’m really sorry about what happened the that day. The argument... about the kitchen. I know I was harsh, and I’ve been feeling awful about it."
Danish’s expression softens slightly, though the tension between them remains.
DANISH
"Kavya, it’s okay. I was at fault too. I should’ve helped more around the house, especially since I’m here all day."
Kavya shakes her head, stepping even closer now, almost within arm’s reach.
KAVYA
"No, you’ve been working so hard. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was just... frustrated. But that’s no excuse."
There’s another brief silence. Danish looks at her, seeing the genuine regret in her eyes. He lets out a slow breath and finally nods.
DANISH
"Maybe we both overreacted. We were both stressed. It happens."
Kavya looks relieved that Danish isn’t holding a grudge. She takes another step closer, now standing right in front of him. The soft, skin-baring fabric of her crop top brushes lightly against Danish as she gets closer, adding to the tension in the room.
KAVYA
"Still, I want to make it up to you. You’ve always been there for me, Danish. You even helped me get this job... and here I am, picking fights over something so stupid."
Danish stands up from his chair, now eye-to-eye with Kavya. The space between them is almost nonexistent. He searches her face for a moment before speaking.
DANISH
"Kavya, you don’t need to make it up to me. We’re friends, and friends argue sometimes. What matters is that we understand each other."
For a moment, neither of them moves. The weight of their unresolved feelings hangs in the air. Finally, Kavya breaks the silence, her voice soft and filled with emotion.
KAVYA
"I just don’t want there to be anything between us, Danish. I value you too much for that."
Danish’s gaze locks onto hers, and for a moment, everything else fades away. He slowly reaches out and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth from his touch radiates through Kavya’s skin, sending a shiver up her arm.
DANISH
"There’s nothing between us, Kavya. We’re good."
But as he says this, they both feel the undeniable spark that ignites when their hands touch. The realization of how close they are, both physically and emotionally, washes over them. Kavya, feeling the intensity of the moment, steps closer, her heart pounding in her chest.
Without thinking, she wraps her arms around Danish in a hug. As she presses her body against him, the soft fabric of her crop top, lifted slightly at the hem, brushes against Danish’s torso. Danish is caught off guard at first but then slowly wraps his arms around her as well.
As they embrace, Kavya is acutely aware of how solid and strong Danish feels against her. His chiseled physique, honed from years of discipline and working out, is impossible to ignore. She can feel the firmness of his chest and the defined muscles of his arms enveloping her in a protective hold. The sensation sends a wave of warmth through her, mingling with the comfort of being close to him.
In the embrace, Danish's hands unintentionally slide to Kavya's lower back, brushing against the exposed skin where her crop top has lifted. The touch is firm but gentle, and his fingers brush against her bare skin. Kavya’s lower back is toned from her regular workouts, the muscles firm under his fingertips.
Kavya feels her breath hitch as Danish’s hands rest on her lower back. The sensation of his warm hands on her bare skin is both startling and comforting. She’s always been proud of her strong lower back, the result of countless hours spent working out, and the feel of Danish’s touch there is intensely intimate. It’s a part of her body that’s sensitive, and the unexpected contact only heightens the emotional charge of the hug.
The unexpected contact sends a jolt of electricity through both of them. The warmth of Danish's hands against her bare skin is both startling and comforting for Kavya, intensifying the emotional charge of the hug.
From Kavya’s perspective, the hug feels like a release of all the guilt and frustration she’s been carrying. The warmth and strength of Danish’s embrace, coupled with the accidental touch of his hands on her lower back, are intensely soothing. She can’t ignore the electric charge that passes between them, amplified by the feel of his chiseled body against hers, making her heart race. The scent of her perfume lingers between them, jasmine and citrus mingling with the clean, masculine notes of Danish’s aftershave, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that leaves her slightly dizzy.
From Danish’s perspective, the hug is both comforting and stirring. The closeness with Kavya, combined with the feel of her bare, toned lower back against his hands, is unexpectedly intense. The accidental touch on her lower back heightens his awareness of her, creating a mix of protectiveness and deepening affection. He’s also aware of how her body feels pressed against his, the softness of her skin contrasting with the firmness of her athletic build, and it stirs something deeper within him. The scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and citrus, wraps around him, intoxicating in its subtlety. It’s a scent he hadn’t noticed before, but now it’s imprinted in his memory, tied to this moment and the closeness they share.
The intensity of the hug deepens as they cling to each other, both trying to find comfort in the other’s presence. The connection they feel is more profound than either of them anticipated. The hug lingers, filled with an unspoken tension and a spark that neither can deny.
After what feels like an eternity, they slowly pull away, but their hands remain intertwined. Both of them are breathless, and neither can bring themselves to speak right away. The room is filled with an unspoken tension that neither of them can ignore.
Finally, Kavya breaks the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.
KAVYA
"Danish... I—"
Danish gently places a finger on her lips, silencing her. His eyes search hers, as if looking for answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet.
DANISH
"You don’t have to say anything, Kavya."
They stand there, still holding each other’s hands, unsure of what this moment means but knowing it has changed something between them. The connection they felt in that hug lingers, a spark that refuses to fade.
Danish finally releases her hand, though the warmth of her touch remains with him. He steps back, trying to compose himself, while Kavya looks at him with a mix of confusion and something else—something deeper.
DANISH
"Maybe we should... get some air."
Kavya nods, still trying to process the emotions swirling inside her.
KAVYA
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
They exchange a look, both of them aware that things might never be the same between them again. But for now, they push those thoughts aside and Kavya head toward the door, stepping out into the living room.
While leaving the room Kavya said I’ll make dinner tonight. Your favorite.
DANISH
(smiling)
Sounds perfect.
KAVYA leaves the room, her steps lighter than before. DANISH watches her go, a content smile on his face. The apartment, once tense and quiet, now feels warm and welcoming again. The silence is no longer uncomfortable—it’s peaceful.
DANISH leans back on his chair, a sense of calm washing over him. The argument, the tension, the guilt—it’s all in the past now. What remains is the bond between them, stronger than before.
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