12-06-2025, 02:02 AM
Next Morning With Shravya
The morning light crept in through the thin cotton curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the modest bedroom. Outside, the sounds of auto horns and the rhythmic call of a street vendor selling idlis floated into the room. Inside, it was still and quiet.
Abhi stirred on the floor mat, his back sore from the hard tiles, but his senses already alert.
Above him, in the corner of his bed, Shravya shifted under the blanket. He turned his head.
Her face was half-buried in the pillow, long hair splayed like silk over the white bedsheet. The oversized T-shirt she wore had slipped down one shoulder again, exposing the smooth whiteness of her skin in the golden light. Her arms were wrapped around her pillow, her hips tilted slightly, one leg lazily bent up, and the other tucked under the blanket.
For a moment, Abhi just watched.
The peaceful rise and fall of her chest.
The way her lips parted slightly in sleep.
The way her curves flowed effortlessly under that blanket—round hips, small waist, thick fair thighs barely covered by the hem of her shorts, now riding dangerously high.
His throat went dry.
It wasn’t intentional. She wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. She was just asleep. Vulnerable. Comfortable. And stunning.
He quietly sat up on his mat, not wanting to disturb her, but unable to take his eyes off her. The smell of her skin lingered in the pillow from the night before—a soft, floral shampoo scent mixed with body heat. It made his pulse rise.
As if on cue, Shravya stirred.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking at the morning light, then focusing on him.
"You're up already?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Abhi nodded. "Yeah… woke up a little while ago."
She stretched lazily, arms rising above her head, lifting her T-shirt slightly to expose a smooth, soft belly and the underside curve of her light peach-toned bra. Her fair midriff glowed in the sunlight.
"Ugh, slept like a log," she yawned, rubbing her eyes and sitting up cross-legged on the bed, not bothering to adjust her shirt. Her thighs now fully peeked out from under the T-shirt, fair and thick, smooth like they hadn't seen sunlight in months.
He tried not to look.
"You sleep okay on the floor?" she asked, looking at him with innocent eyes.
"Yeah. I’ve had worse," he muttered, clearing his throat and standing up, trying to hide the stiffness in his pants under the excuse of stretching his back.
She watched him stretch, eyes scanning him casually, like any cousin might—but her gaze lingered a second too long.
"You've become tall," she said.
He turned.
"You noticed that now?"
"I mean, last time I saw you, you were skinny and short and annoying. Now… you’ve filled out." She smirked. “Still annoying though.”
He smiled awkwardly. “Thanks, I guess.”
Shravya slid off the bed, landing right beside him. She was barefoot, only inches away. Her body radiated heat. The curve of her hip lightly brushed his thigh as she reached for her phone on the desk behind him.
Abhi froze.
Shravya didn't.
"Bathroom’s free, right?" she asked, turning slightly so that her side brushed him again. She smelled like sleep and cotton and something warm underneath.
He stepped aside, nodding wordlessly.
As she walked away, he glanced once at her back—her thick, fair thighs moving softly with each step, the oversized shirt clinging just enough to show her wide hips and narrow waist. The early morning sun caught in the strands of her hair, making it look like liquid mahogany.
She paused at the door, half-turning.
"You still remember how to play doctor-doctor?"
He looked up, caught off-guard.
She grinned. "Never mind. Just kidding."
And she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door with a click.
Abhi exhaled, realizing he hadn’t been breathing.
What the hell was happening?
The morning light crept in through the thin cotton curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the modest bedroom. Outside, the sounds of auto horns and the rhythmic call of a street vendor selling idlis floated into the room. Inside, it was still and quiet.
Abhi stirred on the floor mat, his back sore from the hard tiles, but his senses already alert.
Above him, in the corner of his bed, Shravya shifted under the blanket. He turned his head.
Her face was half-buried in the pillow, long hair splayed like silk over the white bedsheet. The oversized T-shirt she wore had slipped down one shoulder again, exposing the smooth whiteness of her skin in the golden light. Her arms were wrapped around her pillow, her hips tilted slightly, one leg lazily bent up, and the other tucked under the blanket.
For a moment, Abhi just watched.
The peaceful rise and fall of her chest.
The way her lips parted slightly in sleep.
The way her curves flowed effortlessly under that blanket—round hips, small waist, thick fair thighs barely covered by the hem of her shorts, now riding dangerously high.
His throat went dry.
It wasn’t intentional. She wasn’t trying to seduce anyone. She was just asleep. Vulnerable. Comfortable. And stunning.
He quietly sat up on his mat, not wanting to disturb her, but unable to take his eyes off her. The smell of her skin lingered in the pillow from the night before—a soft, floral shampoo scent mixed with body heat. It made his pulse rise.
As if on cue, Shravya stirred.
Her eyes opened slowly, blinking at the morning light, then focusing on him.
"You're up already?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Abhi nodded. "Yeah… woke up a little while ago."
She stretched lazily, arms rising above her head, lifting her T-shirt slightly to expose a smooth, soft belly and the underside curve of her light peach-toned bra. Her fair midriff glowed in the sunlight.
"Ugh, slept like a log," she yawned, rubbing her eyes and sitting up cross-legged on the bed, not bothering to adjust her shirt. Her thighs now fully peeked out from under the T-shirt, fair and thick, smooth like they hadn't seen sunlight in months.
He tried not to look.
"You sleep okay on the floor?" she asked, looking at him with innocent eyes.
"Yeah. I’ve had worse," he muttered, clearing his throat and standing up, trying to hide the stiffness in his pants under the excuse of stretching his back.
She watched him stretch, eyes scanning him casually, like any cousin might—but her gaze lingered a second too long.
"You've become tall," she said.
He turned.
"You noticed that now?"
"I mean, last time I saw you, you were skinny and short and annoying. Now… you’ve filled out." She smirked. “Still annoying though.”
He smiled awkwardly. “Thanks, I guess.”
Shravya slid off the bed, landing right beside him. She was barefoot, only inches away. Her body radiated heat. The curve of her hip lightly brushed his thigh as she reached for her phone on the desk behind him.
Abhi froze.
Shravya didn't.
"Bathroom’s free, right?" she asked, turning slightly so that her side brushed him again. She smelled like sleep and cotton and something warm underneath.
He stepped aside, nodding wordlessly.
As she walked away, he glanced once at her back—her thick, fair thighs moving softly with each step, the oversized shirt clinging just enough to show her wide hips and narrow waist. The early morning sun caught in the strands of her hair, making it look like liquid mahogany.
She paused at the door, half-turning.
"You still remember how to play doctor-doctor?"
He looked up, caught off-guard.
She grinned. "Never mind. Just kidding."
And she slipped into the bathroom, closing the door with a click.
Abhi exhaled, realizing he hadn’t been breathing.
What the hell was happening?
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