16-06-2025, 03:41 AM
The Return Drive Continued...
He placed his hand over hers.
Her hand was warm.
Still.
Her breath hitched ever so slightly, and she turned to look at him.
Not with surprise, not with confusion — but with a quiet stillness,
Like someone who had waited for a moment to arrive.
Their hands stayed that way — unmoving — as the signal turned green and the car rolled forward again.
She didn’t pull away.
The apartment lane came into view.
the street lights shimmering through the rain like blurred candles.
As Abhi slowed down and turned into the building's parking.
She shifted in her seat, turning toward him slightly.
The pallu slipped — unhurried — sliding down her shoulder like silk responding to gravity’s sigh.
It fell into her lap, baring the full elegance of her blouse, the gentle swell of her chest rising with every breath.
Abhi couldn't help but stare at the sheer beauty that lay before him.
The delicate curves of her bosom were accentuated by the tightness of her blouse, which clung to her body as if it belonged there.
The deep cleavage is visible through that deep v neck sleeveless blouse, electrifying and inviting
Madhavi's eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.
Her skin appeared smooth and soft, like milk.
Abhi wanted to reach out and touch her, but he restrained himself.
She noticed the glance he gave her.
She didn’t adjust it.
Instead, her voice dropped a shade. “You haven’t said much after the function.”
“I’ve been… trying to stay calm,” he replied.
“Why?”
He hesitated. “Because you’re sitting so close. And you’re looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you remember every second we sat side by side in that bus last year.”
A quiet chuckle escaped her, low and honeyed. She leaned in.
He placed his hand over hers.
Her hand was warm.
Still.
Her breath hitched ever so slightly, and she turned to look at him.
Not with surprise, not with confusion — but with a quiet stillness,
Like someone who had waited for a moment to arrive.
Their hands stayed that way — unmoving — as the signal turned green and the car rolled forward again.
She didn’t pull away.
The apartment lane came into view.
the street lights shimmering through the rain like blurred candles.
As Abhi slowed down and turned into the building's parking.
She shifted in her seat, turning toward him slightly.
The pallu slipped — unhurried — sliding down her shoulder like silk responding to gravity’s sigh.
It fell into her lap, baring the full elegance of her blouse, the gentle swell of her chest rising with every breath.
Abhi couldn't help but stare at the sheer beauty that lay before him.
The delicate curves of her bosom were accentuated by the tightness of her blouse, which clung to her body as if it belonged there.
The deep cleavage is visible through that deep v neck sleeveless blouse, electrifying and inviting
Madhavi's eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.
Her skin appeared smooth and soft, like milk.
Abhi wanted to reach out and touch her, but he restrained himself.
She noticed the glance he gave her.
She didn’t adjust it.
Instead, her voice dropped a shade. “You haven’t said much after the function.”
“I’ve been… trying to stay calm,” he replied.
“Why?”
He hesitated. “Because you’re sitting so close. And you’re looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you remember every second we sat side by side in that bus last year.”
A quiet chuckle escaped her, low and honeyed. She leaned in.
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