06-07-2025, 01:03 AM
Not because they weren’t hungry
But because neither of them wanted to rush the moment.
Her anklet chimed whenever she shifted in her chair.
The pallu of her saree had slipped slightly off her shoulder
Now hung loose the bare line of her collarbone catching his eye again and again.
At one point, she took his plate gently.
“You’ve earned a reward,” she said,
Meghana stood up quietly
Lifting Abhi’s plate from in front of him before he could protest.
Her bangles clinked softly with each movement.
“Hey…” he began, but stopped as she gave him a look
Gentle, teasing, full of intent.
“Just sit back,” she said, her voice velvety. “Let me do this.”
He leaned back in the chair, unsure where to place his hands, resting them finally on his lap.
His eyes followed her every motion.
She stood beside him
Holding the plate in one hand
Breaking a small piece of roti with the other.
Her fingers dipped into the paneer curry, swirling it just enough to pick up the thick masala.
Then she leaned in, hand extended, her wrist hovering just above his mouth.
“Open,” she whispered, as though it were a secret only he was allowed to hear.
Abhi parted his lips slightly.
The roti touched his tongue.
Warm, fragrant.
- o -
But because neither of them wanted to rush the moment.
Her anklet chimed whenever she shifted in her chair.
The pallu of her saree had slipped slightly off her shoulder
Now hung loose the bare line of her collarbone catching his eye again and again.
At one point, she took his plate gently.
“You’ve earned a reward,” she said,
Meghana stood up quietly
Lifting Abhi’s plate from in front of him before he could protest.
Her bangles clinked softly with each movement.
“Hey…” he began, but stopped as she gave him a look
Gentle, teasing, full of intent.
“Just sit back,” she said, her voice velvety. “Let me do this.”
He leaned back in the chair, unsure where to place his hands, resting them finally on his lap.
His eyes followed her every motion.
She stood beside him
Holding the plate in one hand
Breaking a small piece of roti with the other.
Her fingers dipped into the paneer curry, swirling it just enough to pick up the thick masala.
Then she leaned in, hand extended, her wrist hovering just above his mouth.
“Open,” she whispered, as though it were a secret only he was allowed to hear.
Abhi parted his lips slightly.
The roti touched his tongue.
Warm, fragrant.
- o -