26-06-2025, 02:36 AM
Madhavi set two plates out on the small dining table.
The dinner was simple but comforting.
Freshly prepared with care.
Abhi sat across from Madhavi, his gaze never straying far from her.
The light from the window danced across her face, casting a warm glow that made her look even more beautiful than usual.
They ate slowly, the sound of their utensils clinking softly against their plates filling the quiet space between them.
Abhi’s attention kept shifting between the food and her
Noticing the way she moved, the graceful way she lifted her glass to her lips
How her saree clung to her figure,
And how the pallu slipped just slightly from her shoulder as she leaned forward to serve him, exposing those soft curves.
Madhavi glanced up and smiled at him
The expression warm but slightly guarded
As if she was still deciding whether to let herself truly feel what was simmering beneath the surface.
“Here,” she said softly, lifting a piece of roti from her plate to his plate. “This one is a little spicier.”
Abhi met her eyes as she served him.
His heart racing slightly at the closeness. “You’re not going to feed me, are you?” he teased.
His voice held a tenderness that betrayed his playful tone.
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The dinner was simple but comforting.
Freshly prepared with care.
Abhi sat across from Madhavi, his gaze never straying far from her.
The light from the window danced across her face, casting a warm glow that made her look even more beautiful than usual.
They ate slowly, the sound of their utensils clinking softly against their plates filling the quiet space between them.
Abhi’s attention kept shifting between the food and her
Noticing the way she moved, the graceful way she lifted her glass to her lips
How her saree clung to her figure,
And how the pallu slipped just slightly from her shoulder as she leaned forward to serve him, exposing those soft curves.
Madhavi glanced up and smiled at him
The expression warm but slightly guarded
As if she was still deciding whether to let herself truly feel what was simmering beneath the surface.
“Here,” she said softly, lifting a piece of roti from her plate to his plate. “This one is a little spicier.”
Abhi met her eyes as she served him.
His heart racing slightly at the closeness. “You’re not going to feed me, are you?” he teased.
His voice held a tenderness that betrayed his playful tone.
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