27-06-2025, 12:33 PM
Letting the warmth of her touch settle on his face, savoring the intimacy of the gesture.
Her hands, delicate and tender, rested against his skin with a quiet, comforting pressure.
Abhi let out a soft breath,
His hands moving to gently cradle her wrists, and in that tender moment
He felt the connection between them deepen.
It wasn’t just the softness of her hands that moved him
But the trust, the way she allowed him to hold her, to be close in this silent, meaningful way.
Slowly, he pressed his lips to the palm of her right hand, his kiss soft and reverent
The contact lingering for a moment longer than usual.
The gentle brush of his lips on her skin was a silent declaration, an intimate
Tender gesture that spoke louder than words.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his heart full as the quiet weight of the moment hung between them.
The space between them felt different now, full of unspoken words, full of trust.
Abhi didn’t need to say anything more.
The connection between them was clear in the way their hands had touched, the way the act of washing had become a shared moment of intimacy.
As they stepped back from the sink, both of them knew that something had shifted again
Something deeper had begun to take root.
The meal
The feeding
The touches
The shared moments—they had all brought them closer, but it was these little things
These quiet gestures, that spoke the loudest.
Her hands, delicate and tender, rested against his skin with a quiet, comforting pressure.
Abhi let out a soft breath,
His hands moving to gently cradle her wrists, and in that tender moment
He felt the connection between them deepen.
It wasn’t just the softness of her hands that moved him
But the trust, the way she allowed him to hold her, to be close in this silent, meaningful way.
Slowly, he pressed his lips to the palm of her right hand, his kiss soft and reverent
The contact lingering for a moment longer than usual.
The gentle brush of his lips on her skin was a silent declaration, an intimate
Tender gesture that spoke louder than words.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his heart full as the quiet weight of the moment hung between them.
The space between them felt different now, full of unspoken words, full of trust.
Abhi didn’t need to say anything more.
The connection between them was clear in the way their hands had touched, the way the act of washing had become a shared moment of intimacy.
As they stepped back from the sink, both of them knew that something had shifted again
Something deeper had begun to take root.
The meal
The feeding
The touches
The shared moments—they had all brought them closer, but it was these little things
These quiet gestures, that spoke the loudest.
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