23-06-2025, 12:53 AM
Tuesday Afternoon – Monsoon Haze and Soft Glances
The clouds had thickened by the time they reached the apartment.
The city was bathed in a mellow grey, the sunlight diffused through curtains of moving rain clouds.
Varnika pushed the door open with a playful sigh and kicked off her sandals.
“I’m officially starving,” she declared, plopping onto the soft beige sofa and stretching her arms.
The hem of her top rising ever so slightly to reveal a sliver of her waist.
Abhi followed her in, closing the door behind him. “All that walking?” he teased. “You barely stepped off the scooter.”
She tilted her head, smiling at him with mock indignation. “Excuse me, mentally I walked a marathon. Sitting sideways in traffic, clinging to you for dear life—definitely burns calories.”
He chuckled.
But something lingered in the space between them now.
The ride had changed things
Not dramatically, but subtly.
Her arms had circled him more tightly than before.
Her body had pressed into his back with every sudden brake, and every time it happened, her breath had warmed the back of his neck.
And she knew.
She’d felt him tense, heard the slight hitch in his breath when she leaned in a little more than necessary.
She hadn’t commented
Not yet.
But it was there in the way her eyes danced now.
Meghana wasn’t home, off to a friend’s place for a couple of hours.
The flat felt quieter, softer, more private.
Abhi took a seat at the far end of the sofa, not too close.
The clouds had thickened by the time they reached the apartment.
The city was bathed in a mellow grey, the sunlight diffused through curtains of moving rain clouds.
Varnika pushed the door open with a playful sigh and kicked off her sandals.
“I’m officially starving,” she declared, plopping onto the soft beige sofa and stretching her arms.
The hem of her top rising ever so slightly to reveal a sliver of her waist.
Abhi followed her in, closing the door behind him. “All that walking?” he teased. “You barely stepped off the scooter.”
She tilted her head, smiling at him with mock indignation. “Excuse me, mentally I walked a marathon. Sitting sideways in traffic, clinging to you for dear life—definitely burns calories.”
He chuckled.
But something lingered in the space between them now.
The ride had changed things
Not dramatically, but subtly.
Her arms had circled him more tightly than before.
Her body had pressed into his back with every sudden brake, and every time it happened, her breath had warmed the back of his neck.
And she knew.
She’d felt him tense, heard the slight hitch in his breath when she leaned in a little more than necessary.
She hadn’t commented
Not yet.
But it was there in the way her eyes danced now.
Meghana wasn’t home, off to a friend’s place for a couple of hours.
The flat felt quieter, softer, more private.
Abhi took a seat at the far end of the sofa, not too close.