23-04-2025, 03:06 AM
Episode 26: A Dream That Didn't Feel Like One
It was past midnight when Arjun finally drifted off.
His body was tired, but his mind wasn’t done with the day—not with the image of Priya’s hand at Meera’s waist, not with the way Meera stood still, smiling like it meant nothing.
He didn’t realize when his thoughts slid into sleep.
But the dream picked up exactly where the day had left off.
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The Dream
It wasn’t college anymore.
The setting was unfamiliar—soft, warm, and dim. A quiet room lit by diffused golden light, curtains half drawn, no sound but breathing.
Meera stood near a window in her saree, the pallu off her shoulder now, the pleats loose around her waist. Her bare midriff was more visible than usual, the soft curve of her waist catching light as she moved slowly, thoughtfully.
Behind her, Priya stepped forward—confident, casual, like she belonged in the space between them.
She reached out, hand sliding gently around Meera’s waist.
Meera leaned into it. No hesitation. No words.
And then—Priya lowered her head, her lips brushing against the skin of Meera’s side.
A kiss.
Slow. Intentional. Just above the pleats.
Meera inhaled softly, eyes closed. Her hand came to rest on Priya’s shoulder—not to push away, but to steady herself.
Another kiss. Lower. Firmer. Right along the dip of her waist.
Meera’s blouse loosened slightly as she tilted her body back, giving Priya more space, more skin.
The air in the room felt thick.
Arjun wasn’t in the dream as himself.
He wasn’t participating.
He was just watching, unseen, from some corner.
But his breath was shallow.
His body ached with the weight of it.
Because it wasn’t a fantasy now.
It felt real. Lived-in. Familiar.
Priya’s hand skimmed down Meera’s side again, tracing the curve of her waist. Meera arched into her, her lips parted.
There were no voices. Just movement. Soft sounds. A rhythm that was slow and deliberate.
And just as Priya’s hand drifted to the edge of Meera’s pleats—
Arjun jolted awake.
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Before Dawn – Alone
His chest was heaving.
His skin was warm.
He was already damp with sweat.
He sat up in bed, eyes wide, heart racing.
He didn’t need to look down to know his body had already reacted. It was inevitable.
But that wasn’t what stayed with him.
It was the kiss.
The sight of Priya’s lips against Meera’s waist.
The calm of it. The permission in it.
The way Meera leaned back like she’d done this before. Wanted it.
And the worst part?
It hadn’t felt like imagination.
It felt remembered.
Like something real he wasn’t supposed to see—but had.
He wiped his hands across his face. Sat in silence.
He didn’t understand why his mind had gone there.
Or why he didn’t want to let go of it.
All he knew was this:
> That scene… had undone something in him.
And it wasn’t going away.
---
To be continued…
It was past midnight when Arjun finally drifted off.
His body was tired, but his mind wasn’t done with the day—not with the image of Priya’s hand at Meera’s waist, not with the way Meera stood still, smiling like it meant nothing.
He didn’t realize when his thoughts slid into sleep.
But the dream picked up exactly where the day had left off.
---
The Dream
It wasn’t college anymore.
The setting was unfamiliar—soft, warm, and dim. A quiet room lit by diffused golden light, curtains half drawn, no sound but breathing.
Meera stood near a window in her saree, the pallu off her shoulder now, the pleats loose around her waist. Her bare midriff was more visible than usual, the soft curve of her waist catching light as she moved slowly, thoughtfully.
Behind her, Priya stepped forward—confident, casual, like she belonged in the space between them.
She reached out, hand sliding gently around Meera’s waist.
Meera leaned into it. No hesitation. No words.
And then—Priya lowered her head, her lips brushing against the skin of Meera’s side.
A kiss.
Slow. Intentional. Just above the pleats.
Meera inhaled softly, eyes closed. Her hand came to rest on Priya’s shoulder—not to push away, but to steady herself.
Another kiss. Lower. Firmer. Right along the dip of her waist.
Meera’s blouse loosened slightly as she tilted her body back, giving Priya more space, more skin.
The air in the room felt thick.
Arjun wasn’t in the dream as himself.
He wasn’t participating.
He was just watching, unseen, from some corner.
But his breath was shallow.
His body ached with the weight of it.
Because it wasn’t a fantasy now.
It felt real. Lived-in. Familiar.
Priya’s hand skimmed down Meera’s side again, tracing the curve of her waist. Meera arched into her, her lips parted.
There were no voices. Just movement. Soft sounds. A rhythm that was slow and deliberate.
And just as Priya’s hand drifted to the edge of Meera’s pleats—
Arjun jolted awake.
---
Before Dawn – Alone
His chest was heaving.
His skin was warm.
He was already damp with sweat.
He sat up in bed, eyes wide, heart racing.
He didn’t need to look down to know his body had already reacted. It was inevitable.
But that wasn’t what stayed with him.
It was the kiss.
The sight of Priya’s lips against Meera’s waist.
The calm of it. The permission in it.
The way Meera leaned back like she’d done this before. Wanted it.
And the worst part?
It hadn’t felt like imagination.
It felt remembered.
Like something real he wasn’t supposed to see—but had.
He wiped his hands across his face. Sat in silence.
He didn’t understand why his mind had gone there.
Or why he didn’t want to let go of it.
All he knew was this:
> That scene… had undone something in him.
And it wasn’t going away.
---
To be continued…
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