06-07-2025, 01:34 AM
When the plate was nearly empty
She set it down on the side table without a sound.
Then, still standing beside him
She brushed her hand along his shoulder lightly.
It wasn’t an invitation.
It was an answer to everything left unsaid between them.
“We’re not rushing this, are we?” she asked, quietly.
“Never,” he replied,
Eyes following the way her saree pleats moved as she stepped back.
But in that small, tender ritual, the feeding, the touches, the silences, something powerful had already been shared.
And the night was just beginning.
“I’ve been thinking about tonight,” she said softly, “for days.”
His throat tightened. "So have I."
“But not as… an end to something,” she added
Her eyes never leaving his.
“More like the beginning of everything else.”
There was something in her voice, calm and unwavering,
That held more truth than anything spoken between them before.
She meant every word.
She wasn’t playing.
He knows that.
- o -
She set it down on the side table without a sound.
Then, still standing beside him
She brushed her hand along his shoulder lightly.
It wasn’t an invitation.
It was an answer to everything left unsaid between them.
“We’re not rushing this, are we?” she asked, quietly.
“Never,” he replied,
Eyes following the way her saree pleats moved as she stepped back.
But in that small, tender ritual, the feeding, the touches, the silences, something powerful had already been shared.
And the night was just beginning.
“I’ve been thinking about tonight,” she said softly, “for days.”
His throat tightened. "So have I."
“But not as… an end to something,” she added
Her eyes never leaving his.
“More like the beginning of everything else.”
There was something in her voice, calm and unwavering,
That held more truth than anything spoken between them before.
She meant every word.
She wasn’t playing.
He knows that.
- o -