22-06-2025, 01:58 AM
He tried to focus on his plate, really, but his eyes betrayed him.
They kept returning to her neckline,
To the way the pink fabric dipped gently along her chest
Revealing just enough curve to make him shift in his seat.
His gaze followed the line of her collarbone, lingering on the faint shadow nestled at the midpoint of her kurti's neckline
He wondered if she could feel how deeply he was watching her.
Conversation floated easily around them—traffic, deadlines, the city’s unending obsession with roadwork—but the words were background noise to everything their eyes were already saying.
Varnika gestured mid-sentence, her bangles sliding down her wrist, her fingers precise and expressive.
“You’re staring again,” she said, without looking up.
“Caught,” he admitted.
“What are you staring at this time?”
He let his eyes wander deliberately, from her lips to her neck and back up again. “The problem is, there’s too much to choose from.”
She bit her lip, something fluttering in her expression that looked dangerously close to desire. “Careful,” she warned. “I might start staring back.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
She didn’t say anything—just reached for a piece of paratha,
Dipped it in the chutney, and slowly, deliberately, placed it on his plate."Try this"
And then, without warning, she leaned in across the table.
He felt her hand before he saw it
Her thumb brushing, something that stuck, across the corner of his mouth,
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They kept returning to her neckline,
To the way the pink fabric dipped gently along her chest
Revealing just enough curve to make him shift in his seat.
His gaze followed the line of her collarbone, lingering on the faint shadow nestled at the midpoint of her kurti's neckline
He wondered if she could feel how deeply he was watching her.
Conversation floated easily around them—traffic, deadlines, the city’s unending obsession with roadwork—but the words were background noise to everything their eyes were already saying.
Varnika gestured mid-sentence, her bangles sliding down her wrist, her fingers precise and expressive.
“You’re staring again,” she said, without looking up.
“Caught,” he admitted.
“What are you staring at this time?”
He let his eyes wander deliberately, from her lips to her neck and back up again. “The problem is, there’s too much to choose from.”
She bit her lip, something fluttering in her expression that looked dangerously close to desire. “Careful,” she warned. “I might start staring back.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
She didn’t say anything—just reached for a piece of paratha,
Dipped it in the chutney, and slowly, deliberately, placed it on his plate."Try this"
And then, without warning, she leaned in across the table.
He felt her hand before he saw it
Her thumb brushing, something that stuck, across the corner of his mouth,
-
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