01-03-2025, 04:35 PM
Gayu was lost in deep thought after that moment. She couldn’t understand what was happening between her and Elango. Her mind was clouded with confusion—was it just friendship, or was there something more? She had never looked at Elango in that way before, but the warmth of his touch and the closeness they shared lingered in her mind, making her heart race.
On one side, she had her family, responsibilities, and the image she had built in society. She was a mother, a wife—someone who was expected to set boundaries and follow the norms. But on the other side, there was a part of her that felt something different when she was with Elango. It wasn’t just about the hug or the way he held her; it was the way he made her feel—wanted, cared for, and seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She tried to push those thoughts away, convincing herself that it was nothing more than a fleeting moment. But no matter how much she tried, her mind kept going back to the way Elango had whispered in her ear, the way he had looked at her. Was it wrong to feel this way? Or was it just a passing emotion that would fade with time? She didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain—something had changed, and there was no going back to how things were before.
As soon as Elango reached home, his mind was filled with thoughts. He replayed everything that had happened with Gayu, and a wave of happiness washed over him. He felt thrilled that he had managed to get close to her, to subtly seduce her, and she hadn’t completely rejected his advances. Her reactions, her silence, and the way she responded made him believe that there was something there—something more than just friendship.
But along with his excitement, a sense of tension crept in. A part of him was afraid—what if Gayu thought badly of him? What if she saw him as someone with bad intention? If she started to feel uncomfortable, she might distance herself, and if that happened, he would lose any chance of getting closer to her.
The fear of losing whatever bond they had built made him cautious. He realized he had to be more careful moving forward. He couldn't rush things or make her feel trapped. If he wanted to keep her in his life, he had to handle the situation delicately. A single wrong move could ruin everything.
Elango took a deep breath, convincing himself to be patient. He decided that from now on, he would move slowly, making sure that Gayu never felt pressured. If he played it right, he could make her come to him on her own. For now, he just had to wait and make sure he didn't scare her away.
Elango picked up his phone and sent a message to Gayu.
E: Hi Gayu.
Gayu was sitting quietly when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the notification and saw Elango’s name on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment. She hesitated, unsure whether to open the message. Her mind was still filled with thoughts about what had happened between them. She decided to ignore it for now, letting the phone rest beside her.
But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, her mind kept returning to Elango. The way he hugged her, the way his presence made her feel things she wasn’t sure she should be feeling. After a few minutes of battling with her thoughts, she finally picked up her phone and replied.
G: Hi.
Elango saw her message immediately and smiled. He quickly responded.
E: Did you have dinner?
G: Yes, I did. What about you?
E: Yes, I had dinner too. So, what’s the plan for Balaji’s birthday?
G: There’s no plan yet.
E: Then let’s plan it tomorrow. I’ll come over, and we can discuss it together. Just the two of us, okay?
Gayu read his message and suddenly felt nervous. If he comes over again, will I be able to control my feelings? She could still feel the warmth of his touch from earlier. Her body reacted in ways she didn’t completely understand, and it scared her. Maybe it was better if he didn’t come.
She took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do. Before she could respond, another message popped up.
E: Gayu, are you there?
She stared at the screen. Her heart was telling her one thing, but her mind was warning her against it. Yet, before she could stop herself, her fingers typed out a response.
G: Okay.
The moment she pressed send, her eyes widened. What did I just do? I was thinking of telling him not to come, and now I’ve invited him myself! She bit her lip, frustrated with herself.
Elango’s reply came instantly.
E: Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow at 11. No one will be home at that time, right?
Without thinking, she replied in the same flow.
G: Okay.
And then, as if realizing what she had just agreed to, she quickly added, Good night.
E: Okay, good night.
Gayu placed her phone down and took a deep breath. What is happening to me? Why am I letting this happen? But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
The next morning, Gayu woke up feeling restless. The previous night’s conversation with Elango kept replaying in her mind. She had told herself she wouldn’t call him over, yet she had agreed in the heat of the moment. Now, as she stood in the kitchen preparing tea, she wondered why she felt this mix of nervousness and excitement.
At exactly 11 AM, the doorbell rang. Gayu’s heart skipped a beat. She wiped her hands on her saree and took a deep breath before opening the door. Elango stood there, smiling, his eyes holding something unreadable.
“Hi, Gayu,” he said softly.
She nodded, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, a scent that felt oddly familiar and comforting. She quickly shook the thought away and followed him inside.
Gayu was dressed in a deep maroon saree with a sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric dbangd around her waist, accentuating her figure. A few strands of her hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face, making her look effortlessly beautiful.
“Where’s Balaji?” Elango asked, settling onto the couch.
“He went out with his friends,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky.
Elango noticed her uneasiness and smiled to himself. He had always admired Gayu—not just for her beauty but for her strength and warmth. But today, there was something different in the air, a tension neither of them could ignore.
“Shall I make tea for you?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.
“No need, Gayu. I just came to spend some time with you.”
His words sent a strange thrill through her. She turned to the kitchen, needing a moment to compose herself. As she began preparing tea, Elango followed her, leaning against the counter.
“You look stunning today,” he said suddenly, his voice filled with admiration.
Gayu froze for a second before forcing a small laugh. “You’re saying that as if I don’t look good on other days.”
“You always do,” he admitted, his voice lower this time.
She focused on the boiling tea, but her hands felt unsteady. Something about his presence was making her aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been before. When she reached for the sugar jar, Elango was suddenly right behind her, his hand brushing against hers.
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Sorry,” he murmured, but he didn’t move away immediately. She could feel his breath near her ear, his warmth surrounding her. Her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t sure what was happening—why she wasn’t stepping away, why she wasn’t stopping this.
Elango’s fingers gently trailed along her arm, sending sparks through her skin. “Gayu… are you okay?”
She turned to face him, her eyes full of uncertainty. “I don’t know, Elango. Something feels… different.”
Elango smiled softly, sensing her confusion. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, his gaze locked onto hers. “Sometimes, we don’t have to understand everything right away.”
She looked into his eyes, searching for answers she wasn’t even sure of. The intensity between them was undeniable, but so was her inner conflict. Her mind told her to step away, to remind him of their friendship, yet her heart refused to listen.
Elango’s gaze flickered down to her lips for the briefest second before he met her eyes again. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something neither of them was ready to name yet.
The tea kettle whistled, breaking the moment. Gayu quickly turned away, flustered. She poured the tea into cups with slightly trembling hands and handed one to Elango.
“Here,” she said, trying to sound normal.
He took it with a knowing smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, he sipped his tea, watching her, waiting.
Gayu knew something had changed between them. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it yet.
On one side, she had her family, responsibilities, and the image she had built in society. She was a mother, a wife—someone who was expected to set boundaries and follow the norms. But on the other side, there was a part of her that felt something different when she was with Elango. It wasn’t just about the hug or the way he held her; it was the way he made her feel—wanted, cared for, and seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She tried to push those thoughts away, convincing herself that it was nothing more than a fleeting moment. But no matter how much she tried, her mind kept going back to the way Elango had whispered in her ear, the way he had looked at her. Was it wrong to feel this way? Or was it just a passing emotion that would fade with time? She didn’t know the answer, but one thing was certain—something had changed, and there was no going back to how things were before.
As soon as Elango reached home, his mind was filled with thoughts. He replayed everything that had happened with Gayu, and a wave of happiness washed over him. He felt thrilled that he had managed to get close to her, to subtly seduce her, and she hadn’t completely rejected his advances. Her reactions, her silence, and the way she responded made him believe that there was something there—something more than just friendship.
But along with his excitement, a sense of tension crept in. A part of him was afraid—what if Gayu thought badly of him? What if she saw him as someone with bad intention? If she started to feel uncomfortable, she might distance herself, and if that happened, he would lose any chance of getting closer to her.
The fear of losing whatever bond they had built made him cautious. He realized he had to be more careful moving forward. He couldn't rush things or make her feel trapped. If he wanted to keep her in his life, he had to handle the situation delicately. A single wrong move could ruin everything.
Elango took a deep breath, convincing himself to be patient. He decided that from now on, he would move slowly, making sure that Gayu never felt pressured. If he played it right, he could make her come to him on her own. For now, he just had to wait and make sure he didn't scare her away.
Elango picked up his phone and sent a message to Gayu.
E: Hi Gayu.
Gayu was sitting quietly when her phone vibrated. She glanced at the notification and saw Elango’s name on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment. She hesitated, unsure whether to open the message. Her mind was still filled with thoughts about what had happened between them. She decided to ignore it for now, letting the phone rest beside her.
But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, her mind kept returning to Elango. The way he hugged her, the way his presence made her feel things she wasn’t sure she should be feeling. After a few minutes of battling with her thoughts, she finally picked up her phone and replied.
G: Hi.
Elango saw her message immediately and smiled. He quickly responded.
E: Did you have dinner?
G: Yes, I did. What about you?
E: Yes, I had dinner too. So, what’s the plan for Balaji’s birthday?
G: There’s no plan yet.
E: Then let’s plan it tomorrow. I’ll come over, and we can discuss it together. Just the two of us, okay?
Gayu read his message and suddenly felt nervous. If he comes over again, will I be able to control my feelings? She could still feel the warmth of his touch from earlier. Her body reacted in ways she didn’t completely understand, and it scared her. Maybe it was better if he didn’t come.
She took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do. Before she could respond, another message popped up.
E: Gayu, are you there?
She stared at the screen. Her heart was telling her one thing, but her mind was warning her against it. Yet, before she could stop herself, her fingers typed out a response.
G: Okay.
The moment she pressed send, her eyes widened. What did I just do? I was thinking of telling him not to come, and now I’ve invited him myself! She bit her lip, frustrated with herself.
Elango’s reply came instantly.
E: Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow at 11. No one will be home at that time, right?
Without thinking, she replied in the same flow.
G: Okay.
And then, as if realizing what she had just agreed to, she quickly added, Good night.
E: Okay, good night.
Gayu placed her phone down and took a deep breath. What is happening to me? Why am I letting this happen? But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside her. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
The next morning, Gayu woke up feeling restless. The previous night’s conversation with Elango kept replaying in her mind. She had told herself she wouldn’t call him over, yet she had agreed in the heat of the moment. Now, as she stood in the kitchen preparing tea, she wondered why she felt this mix of nervousness and excitement.
At exactly 11 AM, the doorbell rang. Gayu’s heart skipped a beat. She wiped her hands on her saree and took a deep breath before opening the door. Elango stood there, smiling, his eyes holding something unreadable.
“Hi, Gayu,” he said softly.
She nodded, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, a scent that felt oddly familiar and comforting. She quickly shook the thought away and followed him inside.
Gayu was dressed in a deep maroon saree with a sleeveless blouse that hugged her curves perfectly. The soft fabric dbangd around her waist, accentuating her figure. A few strands of her hair had fallen loose from her bun, framing her face, making her look effortlessly beautiful.
“Where’s Balaji?” Elango asked, settling onto the couch.
“He went out with his friends,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky.
Elango noticed her uneasiness and smiled to himself. He had always admired Gayu—not just for her beauty but for her strength and warmth. But today, there was something different in the air, a tension neither of them could ignore.
“Shall I make tea for you?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.
“No need, Gayu. I just came to spend some time with you.”
His words sent a strange thrill through her. She turned to the kitchen, needing a moment to compose herself. As she began preparing tea, Elango followed her, leaning against the counter.
“You look stunning today,” he said suddenly, his voice filled with admiration.
Gayu froze for a second before forcing a small laugh. “You’re saying that as if I don’t look good on other days.”
“You always do,” he admitted, his voice lower this time.
She focused on the boiling tea, but her hands felt unsteady. Something about his presence was making her aware of herself in a way she hadn’t been before. When she reached for the sugar jar, Elango was suddenly right behind her, his hand brushing against hers.
A shiver ran down her spine.
“Sorry,” he murmured, but he didn’t move away immediately. She could feel his breath near her ear, his warmth surrounding her. Her heartbeat quickened. She wasn’t sure what was happening—why she wasn’t stepping away, why she wasn’t stopping this.
Elango’s fingers gently trailed along her arm, sending sparks through her skin. “Gayu… are you okay?”
She turned to face him, her eyes full of uncertainty. “I don’t know, Elango. Something feels… different.”
Elango smiled softly, sensing her confusion. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered on her cheek, his gaze locked onto hers. “Sometimes, we don’t have to understand everything right away.”
She looked into his eyes, searching for answers she wasn’t even sure of. The intensity between them was undeniable, but so was her inner conflict. Her mind told her to step away, to remind him of their friendship, yet her heart refused to listen.
Elango’s gaze flickered down to her lips for the briefest second before he met her eyes again. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, something neither of them was ready to name yet.
The tea kettle whistled, breaking the moment. Gayu quickly turned away, flustered. She poured the tea into cups with slightly trembling hands and handed one to Elango.
“Here,” she said, trying to sound normal.
He took it with a knowing smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, he sipped his tea, watching her, waiting.
Gayu knew something had changed between them. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it yet.
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