16-06-2025, 05:30 PM
“Madhavi,” he whispered, his voice uneven, “I… I’ve never done this before.”
Her lips parted, as if to speak, but no words came.
“I mean… this,” he added, barely audible. “Anything like this. Not with anyone.”
A soft breath escaped her.
She looked down for the briefest moment.
When she looked up again, her eyes were not just soft—they were swimming with something deeper.
“I know,” she whispered.
His other hand found her waist, deliberately this time.
The pallu that had been dbangd across her chest slipped a little, revealing the graceful line of her collarbone and the hint of her blouse’s curve.
The silk of the saree was cool, but beneath it, her skin was warm, alive.
His palm touched her bare skin on her waist, gently at first, then deeper, pressing her into stillness.
He could feel the shape of her breath beneath his palm.
It made his own breathing shallow.
Her waist was slender, but the moment he touched it, she felt impossibly close—real, tender, and dangerously beautiful.
She didn’t pull away.
If anything, she leaned slightly toward him, a surrender too quiet to name.
His fingers traced the curve of her waist, feeling the softness, the heat, the vulnerability.
Her breath deepened.
Her lips parted, as if to speak, but no words came.
“I mean… this,” he added, barely audible. “Anything like this. Not with anyone.”
A soft breath escaped her.
She looked down for the briefest moment.
When she looked up again, her eyes were not just soft—they were swimming with something deeper.
“I know,” she whispered.
His other hand found her waist, deliberately this time.
The pallu that had been dbangd across her chest slipped a little, revealing the graceful line of her collarbone and the hint of her blouse’s curve.
The silk of the saree was cool, but beneath it, her skin was warm, alive.
His palm touched her bare skin on her waist, gently at first, then deeper, pressing her into stillness.
He could feel the shape of her breath beneath his palm.
It made his own breathing shallow.
Her waist was slender, but the moment he touched it, she felt impossibly close—real, tender, and dangerously beautiful.
She didn’t pull away.
If anything, she leaned slightly toward him, a surrender too quiet to name.
His fingers traced the curve of her waist, feeling the softness, the heat, the vulnerability.
Her breath deepened.
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