26-06-2025, 02:03 PM
“You know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, low and smooth,
his gaze fixed on hers with an intensity that seemed to pull her in,
“this would be so much more beautiful if you fed me a little more… but not with your hands.”
Madhavi’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.
The words were unexpected, yet laced with an unspoken promise.
Her fingers, poised just above the plate, stilled in mid-air.
But something stirred in her gaze—curiosity mingled with a playful defiance—as she didn’t pull back.
“Not with my hands?” she repeated, the challenge in her voice soft but unmistakable,
her lips curling slightly as she leaned in just a fraction.
Abhi's lips lifted into a smile, one that was sincere,
Yet playful—an invitation he wasn’t going to take back.
“I think you know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet, warm with the promise of something more.
The space between them seemed to shrink, the tension in the air palpable as time slowed.
Madhavi’s gaze darkened slightly, her smile deepening into something more sultry.
Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, drawing closer to him.
The proximity between them now felt charged, the air thick with anticipation.
She picked up a piece of roti,
The warmth of it still lingering from the plate,
And without breaking eye contact, brought it to her lips.
his gaze fixed on hers with an intensity that seemed to pull her in,
“this would be so much more beautiful if you fed me a little more… but not with your hands.”
Madhavi’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.
The words were unexpected, yet laced with an unspoken promise.
Her fingers, poised just above the plate, stilled in mid-air.
But something stirred in her gaze—curiosity mingled with a playful defiance—as she didn’t pull back.
“Not with my hands?” she repeated, the challenge in her voice soft but unmistakable,
her lips curling slightly as she leaned in just a fraction.
Abhi's lips lifted into a smile, one that was sincere,
Yet playful—an invitation he wasn’t going to take back.
“I think you know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet, warm with the promise of something more.
The space between them seemed to shrink, the tension in the air palpable as time slowed.
Madhavi’s gaze darkened slightly, her smile deepening into something more sultry.
Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, drawing closer to him.
The proximity between them now felt charged, the air thick with anticipation.
She picked up a piece of roti,
The warmth of it still lingering from the plate,
And without breaking eye contact, brought it to her lips.
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