15-06-2025, 12:19 PM
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Grocery Run and Glances – Gentle Teasing, Quiet Smiles
The Saturday afternoon sun cast long shadows across the apartment courtyard.
Abhi was heading home from from a quick errand, carrying a canvas tote bag.
As he stepped into the apartment complex, he spotted Madhavi just got down the cab and struggling with a couple of heavy grocery bags.
Her saree was a soft cream color today, the fabric light and flowing.
Her delicate gold bangles jingled faintly as she shifted the bags, trying to balance them.
Abhi called out, “Need some help?”
She looked up, surprised, then smiled—warm, but with a hint of mischief. “If you don’t mind.”
He stepped forward, taking one bag from her hand. As their fingers brushed, a faint spark seemed to pass between them.
“You have quite the shopping list,” he teased, eyes tracing the curve of her arm as she adjusted her pallu that slipped, showing the hidden treasures.
She laughed softly. “The family insists on fresh vegetables. It’s an endless chore.”
"You husband?" he asked.
She smiled. "He had some production call, so he is taking some calls from home today.
They walked side by side, the corridor quiet except for their footsteps and the distant chatter of neighbors.
“So, how long have you lived here?” Abhi asked, stealing glances at her face framed by a few loose strands of hair.
“Almost two years,” she replied. “Married young, settled here.”
She gave a knowing smile. “How you like these apartments? We like to keep an eye on newcomers.”
He grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
She laughed, the sound light and musical. “Maybe a bit of both.”
As they reached their apartment, she glanced at him. “You cook?”
“Occasionally,” he admitted.
“Good,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll need to impress the neighbours someday.”
He smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment.
As they parted ways, she said, “See you around, Abhi.”
“Looking forward to it, Madhavi.”
She looked at him before just before closing the door from the corner of her smiling eyes.
He watched her with a smile, the gentle confidence in her, and knew this was just the beginning of something quietly electric.
The Saturday afternoon sun cast long shadows across the apartment courtyard.
Abhi was heading home from from a quick errand, carrying a canvas tote bag.
As he stepped into the apartment complex, he spotted Madhavi just got down the cab and struggling with a couple of heavy grocery bags.
Her saree was a soft cream color today, the fabric light and flowing.
Her delicate gold bangles jingled faintly as she shifted the bags, trying to balance them.
Abhi called out, “Need some help?”
She looked up, surprised, then smiled—warm, but with a hint of mischief. “If you don’t mind.”
He stepped forward, taking one bag from her hand. As their fingers brushed, a faint spark seemed to pass between them.
“You have quite the shopping list,” he teased, eyes tracing the curve of her arm as she adjusted her pallu that slipped, showing the hidden treasures.
She laughed softly. “The family insists on fresh vegetables. It’s an endless chore.”
"You husband?" he asked.
She smiled. "He had some production call, so he is taking some calls from home today.
They walked side by side, the corridor quiet except for their footsteps and the distant chatter of neighbors.
“So, how long have you lived here?” Abhi asked, stealing glances at her face framed by a few loose strands of hair.
“Almost two years,” she replied. “Married young, settled here.”
She gave a knowing smile. “How you like these apartments? We like to keep an eye on newcomers.”
He grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
She laughed, the sound light and musical. “Maybe a bit of both.”
As they reached their apartment, she glanced at him. “You cook?”
“Occasionally,” he admitted.
“Good,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll need to impress the neighbours someday.”
He smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment.
As they parted ways, she said, “See you around, Abhi.”
“Looking forward to it, Madhavi.”
She looked at him before just before closing the door from the corner of her smiling eyes.
He watched her with a smile, the gentle confidence in her, and knew this was just the beginning of something quietly electric.
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