01-07-2025, 01:18 AM
But her skin was barely two inches from his knee.
On screen, a loud slapstick scene drew laughter from Sandeep.
“God, I forgot how dumb these dialogues are,” he said between mouthfuls of chakli.
Abhi smiled, but didn’t respond.
Madhavi leaned forward just slightly to grab the remote lying on the coffee table in front of them.
As she did, her side brushed his upper thigh, slow enough to be unmistakable.
Her breath was steady.
Her expression was neutral.
She handed the remote to Sandeep casually.
“Volume’s a little low,” she said.
Sandeep nodded, turning it up.
Abhi’s pulse didn’t settle.
The scent of jasmine from her hair, still tied in a loose low bun, floated faintly toward him.
Her saree rustled as she sat back, and this time, her left foot stretched slightly…
pressing gently against his beneath the coffee table.
A soft, deliberate nudge. Then retreat. Like the tide.
Sandeep didn’t notice.
He was too busy giggling at a dialogue.
Abhi didn’t move his foot at first.
He just let it rest close, very close, to hers.
He slowly moved his foot
Their skin grazed at the ankles.
Nothing visible. Nothing scandalous.
But every nerve in Abhi’s body sharpened with the awareness of it.
Madhavi finally looked at him.
Her face calm.
Her eyes unreadable.
Then, just as Sandeep reached for the chakli tin again.
She leaned sideways to him and said under her breath, with a touch of dry amusement:
“Comedies aren’t always mindless. Some of them… hide very twisted plots.”
She didn’t blink.
Abhi smiled. “I think this one’s already gone into dangerous territory.”
Neither of them meant the movie.
On screen, a loud slapstick scene drew laughter from Sandeep.
“God, I forgot how dumb these dialogues are,” he said between mouthfuls of chakli.
Abhi smiled, but didn’t respond.
Madhavi leaned forward just slightly to grab the remote lying on the coffee table in front of them.
As she did, her side brushed his upper thigh, slow enough to be unmistakable.
Her breath was steady.
Her expression was neutral.
She handed the remote to Sandeep casually.
“Volume’s a little low,” she said.
Sandeep nodded, turning it up.
Abhi’s pulse didn’t settle.
The scent of jasmine from her hair, still tied in a loose low bun, floated faintly toward him.
Her saree rustled as she sat back, and this time, her left foot stretched slightly…
pressing gently against his beneath the coffee table.
A soft, deliberate nudge. Then retreat. Like the tide.
Sandeep didn’t notice.
He was too busy giggling at a dialogue.
Abhi didn’t move his foot at first.
He just let it rest close, very close, to hers.
He slowly moved his foot
Their skin grazed at the ankles.
Nothing visible. Nothing scandalous.
But every nerve in Abhi’s body sharpened with the awareness of it.
Madhavi finally looked at him.
Her face calm.
Her eyes unreadable.
Then, just as Sandeep reached for the chakli tin again.
She leaned sideways to him and said under her breath, with a touch of dry amusement:
“Comedies aren’t always mindless. Some of them… hide very twisted plots.”
She didn’t blink.
Abhi smiled. “I think this one’s already gone into dangerous territory.”
Neither of them meant the movie.
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