01-07-2025, 08:58 PM
There was only the hush of the room around them
The cool wood beneath their feet
The low golden spill of sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Her living room was already set
The yoga mats aligned, incense curling faintly in the corner,
A pitcher of water on the side table, untouched.
She turned, walked ahead of him,
Robe shifting with each step.
The robe slipped slightly off one shoulder
She didn’t fix it.
She didn’t need to.
She knew he was watching.
At the mat, she dropped gently to her knees,
Settling into her usual starting position.
Legs folded, spine long, hands resting lightly on her thighs.
Her eyes closed, not out of ritual, but something closer to readiness.
A quieting.
Abhi stood for a second longer, just watching her breathe.
She wasn’t waiting for him.
She already knew he would come.
He moved forward, every step deliberate,
Like he didn’t want to break the hush hanging between them.
The air inside her home was warm,
Thick with familiarity and something else
Something neither of them had ever put into words.
Yet.
When he sat behind her on the mat,
Close
But not yet touching
He noticed the way her shoulders lifted with breath.
He hadn’t touched her in a week.
But he’d felt her every morning.
The cool wood beneath their feet
The low golden spill of sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Her living room was already set
The yoga mats aligned, incense curling faintly in the corner,
A pitcher of water on the side table, untouched.
She turned, walked ahead of him,
Robe shifting with each step.
The robe slipped slightly off one shoulder
She didn’t fix it.
She didn’t need to.
She knew he was watching.
At the mat, she dropped gently to her knees,
Settling into her usual starting position.
Legs folded, spine long, hands resting lightly on her thighs.
Her eyes closed, not out of ritual, but something closer to readiness.
A quieting.
Abhi stood for a second longer, just watching her breathe.
She wasn’t waiting for him.
She already knew he would come.
He moved forward, every step deliberate,
Like he didn’t want to break the hush hanging between them.
The air inside her home was warm,
Thick with familiarity and something else
Something neither of them had ever put into words.
Yet.
When he sat behind her on the mat,
Close
But not yet touching
He noticed the way her shoulders lifted with breath.
He hadn’t touched her in a week.
But he’d felt her every morning.
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