18-06-2025, 02:23 AM
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The Invitation
She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”
Abhi’s voice was calm, quiet—but slightly unsure. “Hey... Meghana. Uh... is this okay?”
Her brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I just... wasn’t sure. After Friday. I thought maybe your sister wouldn’t be thrilled to see me again.”
Meghana glanced at Varnika, who was now pretending to be deeply fascinated by her laptop screen, but was very much listening.
“She’s the one who insisted,” Meghana said, a soft smile playing at her lips.
There was a pause. Then came his low chuckle—that rare, velvet-soft sound she hadn’t heard often.
“Oh,” he said. “Then I guess I’m cornered.”
She laughed gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. No third-degree tonight. Just dinner. And a small favor for Varnika, if you’re free this week.”
“Of course,” Abhi said. “Anything for you—uh, for her. I mean.”
Another pause. There was a faint rustle, maybe he was shifting positions, but in that tiny delay, something passed between them.
A memory of his fingers brushing hers on the yoga mat.
The whisper of his breath near her cheek when he corrected her posture.
The tension that had built and frayed, still hanging somewhere between them.
“I’ll see you at 7:30, then?” Meghana said softly.
“Yeah. Looking forward,” Abhi replied.
His voice was steady again, but the edges were warmer now.
She ended the call and lowered the phone slowly.
Varnika looked up with a playful smirk. “You were blushing.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“You were. It was faint. But it was there.”
Meghana rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.
Outside, the skies grumbled softly, as if approving the invitation.
She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”
Abhi’s voice was calm, quiet—but slightly unsure. “Hey... Meghana. Uh... is this okay?”
Her brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I just... wasn’t sure. After Friday. I thought maybe your sister wouldn’t be thrilled to see me again.”
Meghana glanced at Varnika, who was now pretending to be deeply fascinated by her laptop screen, but was very much listening.
“She’s the one who insisted,” Meghana said, a soft smile playing at her lips.
There was a pause. Then came his low chuckle—that rare, velvet-soft sound she hadn’t heard often.
“Oh,” he said. “Then I guess I’m cornered.”
She laughed gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. No third-degree tonight. Just dinner. And a small favor for Varnika, if you’re free this week.”
“Of course,” Abhi said. “Anything for you—uh, for her. I mean.”
Another pause. There was a faint rustle, maybe he was shifting positions, but in that tiny delay, something passed between them.
A memory of his fingers brushing hers on the yoga mat.
The whisper of his breath near her cheek when he corrected her posture.
The tension that had built and frayed, still hanging somewhere between them.
“I’ll see you at 7:30, then?” Meghana said softly.
“Yeah. Looking forward,” Abhi replied.
His voice was steady again, but the edges were warmer now.
She ended the call and lowered the phone slowly.
Varnika looked up with a playful smirk. “You were blushing.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“You were. It was faint. But it was there.”
Meghana rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.
Outside, the skies grumbled softly, as if approving the invitation.
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