21-06-2025, 01:52 AM
Tuesday Morning – Varnika Wakes, and the Silence Breaks
Abhi was still seated on the mat, legs loosely folded, his fingers brushing absently against the side of his thigh—right where Meghana had guided his hand a minute ago.
The soft cotton of the room, the faint scent of chai beginning to simmer in the kitchen, and the echo of her kiss on his shoulder still lingered in the air like afterglow.
Then the bedroom door creaked.
A sleepy rustle.
The padded sound of bare feet on tile.
And then—
“Maa… so earlyyy…” Varnika’s voice, raspy with sleep, floated out.
Abhi turned just in time to see her emerge from the hallway, rubbing her eyes, her long wavy hair tousled into a loose crown of curls.
She wore one of Meghana’s oversized T-shirts—soft blue with a faded yoga studio logo across the front—and shorts barely visible beneath it.
She squinted at the morning light, then blinked twice as she noticed Abhi.
She froze in place for a breath, eyes adjusting. Then widened slightly.
“Oh! You’re still here?”
Abhi chuckled. “I never left.”
Varnika gave a small grin, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. “Right… the great yoga mission.”
Her eyes flicked to the yoga mat—still on the floor, slightly rumpled—and then back to him.
Something curious sparked behind her lashes. Not suspicion.
Not even awareness.
Just… interest.
Abhi was still seated on the mat, legs loosely folded, his fingers brushing absently against the side of his thigh—right where Meghana had guided his hand a minute ago.
The soft cotton of the room, the faint scent of chai beginning to simmer in the kitchen, and the echo of her kiss on his shoulder still lingered in the air like afterglow.
Then the bedroom door creaked.
A sleepy rustle.
The padded sound of bare feet on tile.
And then—
“Maa… so earlyyy…” Varnika’s voice, raspy with sleep, floated out.
Abhi turned just in time to see her emerge from the hallway, rubbing her eyes, her long wavy hair tousled into a loose crown of curls.
She wore one of Meghana’s oversized T-shirts—soft blue with a faded yoga studio logo across the front—and shorts barely visible beneath it.
She squinted at the morning light, then blinked twice as she noticed Abhi.
She froze in place for a breath, eyes adjusting. Then widened slightly.
“Oh! You’re still here?”
Abhi chuckled. “I never left.”
Varnika gave a small grin, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. “Right… the great yoga mission.”
Her eyes flicked to the yoga mat—still on the floor, slightly rumpled—and then back to him.
Something curious sparked behind her lashes. Not suspicion.
Not even awareness.
Just… interest.
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