16-06-2025, 05:00 PM
When the Silence Held Fire
Abhi sat in the car, motionless, one hand still on the gear stick, the other subconsciously touching his cheek where her kiss still burned.
He sat there for a long time, recollecting the softness of her warm, soft, rosy lips against his cheek.
He could feel the wetness they left on his cheeks.
It felt like he can feel that for the rest of his life.
Finally he stepped out of the car and started climbing the stairs.
The hallway was hushed as Abhi climbed the stairs slowly, the soft thud of his shoes echoing off the walls.
His chest still carried the warmth of the drive back.
The scent of her lingering on the fabric of his shirt
The quiet laughter they’d shared
The flickers of something unspoken growing stronger between them.
He could still feel the imprint of her closeness in the car, the way her voice had softened, the look in her eyes when she watched him.
The soft murmur of rain had just begun outside, a gentle drizzle painting the quiet air with silvery rhythm.
Abhi stood outside Flat 202.
For a moment, he closed his eyes.
He hesitated for a heartbeat.
His breath had quickened.
His hands were still warm from the steering wheel — or maybe from her nearness during the drive.
Then, quietly, he lifted his hand and knocked gently.
Madhavi opened the door.
“Abhi…?”
Abhi sat in the car, motionless, one hand still on the gear stick, the other subconsciously touching his cheek where her kiss still burned.
He sat there for a long time, recollecting the softness of her warm, soft, rosy lips against his cheek.
He could feel the wetness they left on his cheeks.
It felt like he can feel that for the rest of his life.
Finally he stepped out of the car and started climbing the stairs.
The hallway was hushed as Abhi climbed the stairs slowly, the soft thud of his shoes echoing off the walls.
His chest still carried the warmth of the drive back.
The scent of her lingering on the fabric of his shirt
The quiet laughter they’d shared
The flickers of something unspoken growing stronger between them.
He could still feel the imprint of her closeness in the car, the way her voice had softened, the look in her eyes when she watched him.
The soft murmur of rain had just begun outside, a gentle drizzle painting the quiet air with silvery rhythm.
Abhi stood outside Flat 202.
For a moment, he closed his eyes.
He hesitated for a heartbeat.
His breath had quickened.
His hands were still warm from the steering wheel — or maybe from her nearness during the drive.
Then, quietly, he lifted his hand and knocked gently.
Madhavi opened the door.
“Abhi…?”
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