21-06-2025, 03:02 AM
A Few Minutes Later – Near the University Gate
As they pulled near the university entrance, she made no move to let go not at first.
Her hands lingered, fingertips gliding down along his waist, across the stretch of fabric over his lower back.
Then... Slowly... Deliberately
She let her arms fall away.
Her fingers drifted along his shirt as she slid off the scooter
Almost reverent.
A touch that said something more than words could.
She stood and stretched lightly, lifting both arms overhead for a second.
Her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of waist—soft skin, subtle curve.
“Well driven, Mr. Chauffeur,” she said, smoothing her kurti back down.
Her eyes sparkled.
“No complaints?” he asked, trying not to let his gaze linger too obviously.
She paused, tilted her head. “Not one.”
And then, just as she turned, she stopped.
Looked back at him.
There was something in her expression
An openness that hadn’t been there earlier.
A softness.
Like the ride had peeled something back between them.
“I’ll be an hour, maybe two,” she said. “You’ll wait, right?”
He nodded, voice caught somewhere between his throat and chest.
“I’ll wait.”
She smiled—slow, radiant.
Not the casual kind.
The kind that stays with you.
Then she turned and melted into the crowd, her steps light, leaving the scent of her still hanging in the air.
He stayed seated, hands loose on the handlebars.
Her warmth still echoing across his back.
And he waited.
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As they pulled near the university entrance, she made no move to let go not at first.
Her hands lingered, fingertips gliding down along his waist, across the stretch of fabric over his lower back.
Then... Slowly... Deliberately
She let her arms fall away.
Her fingers drifted along his shirt as she slid off the scooter
Almost reverent.
A touch that said something more than words could.
She stood and stretched lightly, lifting both arms overhead for a second.
Her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of waist—soft skin, subtle curve.
“Well driven, Mr. Chauffeur,” she said, smoothing her kurti back down.
Her eyes sparkled.
“No complaints?” he asked, trying not to let his gaze linger too obviously.
She paused, tilted her head. “Not one.”
And then, just as she turned, she stopped.
Looked back at him.
There was something in her expression
An openness that hadn’t been there earlier.
A softness.
Like the ride had peeled something back between them.
“I’ll be an hour, maybe two,” she said. “You’ll wait, right?”
He nodded, voice caught somewhere between his throat and chest.
“I’ll wait.”
She smiled—slow, radiant.
Not the casual kind.
The kind that stays with you.
Then she turned and melted into the crowd, her steps light, leaving the scent of her still hanging in the air.
He stayed seated, hands loose on the handlebars.
Her warmth still echoing across his back.
And he waited.
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