16-06-2025, 05:09 PM
She stood framed in the golden warmth of the apartment lights.
She had changed — a fresh, soft cotton saree clinging gently to her damp body.
The cream-colored fabric with sky-blue borders hugged her waist, her pallu dbangd casually over one shoulder, just enough to tease.
She wasn’t trying to impress — but everything about her made it impossible not to be drawn in.
Her blouse sleeveless and minimal, exposing her smooth arms and the elegant curve of her collarbones, with a hint of fullness behind.
She had clearly just come from a shower — hair half-dry, loose around her.
Hair unpinned, loosely curled, trailing damp over one shoulder.
Her face glowed with that just-washed tenderness, lips flushed, the faintest dew along her temples.
Her cheeks had that delicate post-bath flush, her lips slightly pink, her skin dewy and radiant.
He could not see any trace of makeup, only that natural, post-shower tenderness that made her look younger, gentler, more vulnerable.
Bare arms, no bangles. No bindi. Just her — real, quiet, and disarming.
She looked... breathtaking.
Abhi blinked.
She looked like a vision — not in some overtly made-up way, but in that intimate, almost unguarded freshness that makes a woman breathtaking without even knowing it.
Her eyes softened the moment they met his.
“You’re back already,” she said with a small, unsure smile.
“I didn’t want the night to end with the car door,” he said, simply.
“I just… wanted to see you again.”. His voice became soft. “and say goodnight… and thank you,”
She stepped aside, letting him in, her voice almost inaudible.
“You shouldn’t have come. But I’m glad you did.”
She had changed — a fresh, soft cotton saree clinging gently to her damp body.
The cream-colored fabric with sky-blue borders hugged her waist, her pallu dbangd casually over one shoulder, just enough to tease.
She wasn’t trying to impress — but everything about her made it impossible not to be drawn in.
Her blouse sleeveless and minimal, exposing her smooth arms and the elegant curve of her collarbones, with a hint of fullness behind.
She had clearly just come from a shower — hair half-dry, loose around her.
Hair unpinned, loosely curled, trailing damp over one shoulder.
Her face glowed with that just-washed tenderness, lips flushed, the faintest dew along her temples.
Her cheeks had that delicate post-bath flush, her lips slightly pink, her skin dewy and radiant.
He could not see any trace of makeup, only that natural, post-shower tenderness that made her look younger, gentler, more vulnerable.
Bare arms, no bangles. No bindi. Just her — real, quiet, and disarming.
She looked... breathtaking.
Abhi blinked.
She looked like a vision — not in some overtly made-up way, but in that intimate, almost unguarded freshness that makes a woman breathtaking without even knowing it.
Her eyes softened the moment they met his.
“You’re back already,” she said with a small, unsure smile.
“I didn’t want the night to end with the car door,” he said, simply.
“I just… wanted to see you again.”. His voice became soft. “and say goodnight… and thank you,”
She stepped aside, letting him in, her voice almost inaudible.
“You shouldn’t have come. But I’m glad you did.”
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