11-06-2025, 02:01 PM
Chapter 2: Rainy Night and Madhavi’s Knock
The city was drowning in rain.
Sheets of water fell like silver veils from the sky, washing over the buildings, roads, and balconies. The lights flickered once, then again—and with a soft thunk, everything went dark. The ceiling fan slowed to a halt. Power cut.
Abhi lit the emergency lamp, its dull glow casting long shadows across the room. He liked nights like this—quiet, intimate, as if the world was pressing pause.
He had just changed into a loose black tee and boxers, towel around his shoulders after a long shower. Drops of water still clung to his collarbone.
That’s when he heard the knock.
Not urgent. Not loud. Just… soft.
He opened the door.
Madhavi stood there, wrapped in a pale blue saree that clung slightly to her body, damp from the short dash between her door and his. A few strands of her long black hair had come loose from the bun, sticking to her cheeks. She was barefoot, holding her phone light and a small covered bowl.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice barely above the rain. “Do you have candles? Our inverter broke.”
He stepped aside. “Yeah, come in.”
She entered, the scent of sandalwood and rain mixing with the warm air of his flat.
Madhavi was around 5’5", fair skin with a golden glow that came from years of homemade skincare and early morning walks. Probably in her late 20s, her figure was full yet firm— curved hips, a narrow waist, and a soft but prominent bust that pressed against her blouse whenever she moved. Her saree blouse was modest, short-sleeved, but a bit damp—outlining just enough to stir the mind.
Abhi tried not to stare. He succeeded only half the time, but his stare could not escape her eyes. She gave a naughty smile.
She looked around. “Nice place. Very… clean for a bachelor.”
“I try,” he smiled. “Karthik’s out tonight. Rain kept him stranded at his girlfriend’s place, I think.”
Madhavi chuckled softly. “Convenient.”
He handed her a box of candles. Their fingers touched. She didn’t pull away immediately.
“Would you like some halwa?” she asked, lifting the bowl she brought. “Made too much this evening.”
“Only if you eat with me.”
She raised an eyebrow, amused. “So confident for a 22-year-old.”
He shrugged. “Is that old or young?”
“Dangerously in between,” she said, walking to the dining table.
The city was drowning in rain.
Sheets of water fell like silver veils from the sky, washing over the buildings, roads, and balconies. The lights flickered once, then again—and with a soft thunk, everything went dark. The ceiling fan slowed to a halt. Power cut.
Abhi lit the emergency lamp, its dull glow casting long shadows across the room. He liked nights like this—quiet, intimate, as if the world was pressing pause.
He had just changed into a loose black tee and boxers, towel around his shoulders after a long shower. Drops of water still clung to his collarbone.
That’s when he heard the knock.
Not urgent. Not loud. Just… soft.
He opened the door.
Madhavi stood there, wrapped in a pale blue saree that clung slightly to her body, damp from the short dash between her door and his. A few strands of her long black hair had come loose from the bun, sticking to her cheeks. She was barefoot, holding her phone light and a small covered bowl.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice barely above the rain. “Do you have candles? Our inverter broke.”
He stepped aside. “Yeah, come in.”
She entered, the scent of sandalwood and rain mixing with the warm air of his flat.
Madhavi was around 5’5", fair skin with a golden glow that came from years of homemade skincare and early morning walks. Probably in her late 20s, her figure was full yet firm— curved hips, a narrow waist, and a soft but prominent bust that pressed against her blouse whenever she moved. Her saree blouse was modest, short-sleeved, but a bit damp—outlining just enough to stir the mind.
Abhi tried not to stare. He succeeded only half the time, but his stare could not escape her eyes. She gave a naughty smile.
She looked around. “Nice place. Very… clean for a bachelor.”
“I try,” he smiled. “Karthik’s out tonight. Rain kept him stranded at his girlfriend’s place, I think.”
Madhavi chuckled softly. “Convenient.”
He handed her a box of candles. Their fingers touched. She didn’t pull away immediately.
“Would you like some halwa?” she asked, lifting the bowl she brought. “Made too much this evening.”
“Only if you eat with me.”
She raised an eyebrow, amused. “So confident for a 22-year-old.”
He shrugged. “Is that old or young?”
“Dangerously in between,” she said, walking to the dining table.
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