12-06-2025, 01:06 AM
Morning Mischief
The morning light filtered through the curtains. Abhi was already up, brushing his teeth when he heard the rustle of the blanket behind him.
Shravya sat up groggily on the bed, stretching with a soft yawn. Her T-shirt slid off one shoulder, exposing her smooth, fair skin and a hint of the deep valley in between her majestic heights. She didn’t even realize it. Abhi couldn’t even attempt to look away.
“You woke up early,” she said, voice husky. Realized where he is looking, a mischievous smile lingered on her lips. “Do you want to do a check up Mr.Doctor?” she asked with a wink.
He avoided looking directly at her. He stumbled “Couldn’t sleep much.”
“Why? Because of my doctor-doctor joke?” she asked, smirking with sleepy eyes. “You still think I’m a kid, huh?”
He didn’t answer.
She walked past him to the bathroom, barefoot, the curve of her hips clearly outlined beneath the slightly lifted T-shirt. Her thighs had that full, natural softness that made his eyes linger before he could stop himself.
And yet—nothing happened. She didn’t mean to provoke. It was just her being her.
Which somehow made it worse.
As she shut the bathroom door behind her, Abhi heard a knock on the front door.
He opened it.
A new face greeted him. Mid-20s. Slender, tall—around 5'7"—with golden-brown skin and a sharp nose. Her eyes were alert, her lips bare. She wore yoga pants and a sports bra, clearly post-workout.
“Hi! Sorry, just moved into 403,” she said brightly. “I’m Meghana. I think I took your Amazon package by mistake.”
She handed over a parcel and smiled. “You live here alone?”
“Uh—yeah. I mean, sort of. Roommate’s away. Cousin’s visiting.”
“Cool. I’m just above. Don’t mind if I come to borrow sugar sometime.”
And with a wink, she was gone.
Abhi closed the door, package in hand, heartbeat slightly faster.
The morning light filtered through the curtains. Abhi was already up, brushing his teeth when he heard the rustle of the blanket behind him.
Shravya sat up groggily on the bed, stretching with a soft yawn. Her T-shirt slid off one shoulder, exposing her smooth, fair skin and a hint of the deep valley in between her majestic heights. She didn’t even realize it. Abhi couldn’t even attempt to look away.
“You woke up early,” she said, voice husky. Realized where he is looking, a mischievous smile lingered on her lips. “Do you want to do a check up Mr.Doctor?” she asked with a wink.
He avoided looking directly at her. He stumbled “Couldn’t sleep much.”
“Why? Because of my doctor-doctor joke?” she asked, smirking with sleepy eyes. “You still think I’m a kid, huh?”
He didn’t answer.
She walked past him to the bathroom, barefoot, the curve of her hips clearly outlined beneath the slightly lifted T-shirt. Her thighs had that full, natural softness that made his eyes linger before he could stop himself.
And yet—nothing happened. She didn’t mean to provoke. It was just her being her.
Which somehow made it worse.
As she shut the bathroom door behind her, Abhi heard a knock on the front door.
He opened it.
A new face greeted him. Mid-20s. Slender, tall—around 5'7"—with golden-brown skin and a sharp nose. Her eyes were alert, her lips bare. She wore yoga pants and a sports bra, clearly post-workout.
“Hi! Sorry, just moved into 403,” she said brightly. “I’m Meghana. I think I took your Amazon package by mistake.”
She handed over a parcel and smiled. “You live here alone?”
“Uh—yeah. I mean, sort of. Roommate’s away. Cousin’s visiting.”
“Cool. I’m just above. Don’t mind if I come to borrow sugar sometime.”
And with a wink, she was gone.
Abhi closed the door, package in hand, heartbeat slightly faster.
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