06-07-2025, 01:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-07-2025, 01:51 AM by shailu4ever. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
“I cooked too much,” she said softly,
Resting her chin on his shoulder now.
“I thought I’d be the one feeding you... but you’re the one feeding my heart.”
Abhi looked at her, really looked, and something in his chest shifted.
His fingers found the edge of her saree’s pleats where they gathered at her waist.
He didn’t pull, didn’t tug, just held the soft silk between his fingers, reverent, curious, spellbound.
“I could stay like this,” he murmured, “forever.”
Meghana turned her face
Lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “Let’s stay until the candle go out.”
He leaned back a little, and she followed.
She didn’t ask where they were headed next.
She just rested her head on his shoulder, fingers now curled into his shirt.
A quiet closeness that said more than any kiss.
The room glowed amber and gold.
Their hearts thudded not with urgency, but with a soft rhythm of belonging.
Meghana stayed curled lightly against him
Her cheek nestled against the dip of his shoulder.
Abhi sat almost motionless, not wanting to disturb the warm gravity of her weight against him.
One of her bangles had slipped down to her wrist
Its edge brushing gently against his forearm as she shifted slightly.
Not to pull away, but to fit better, closer.
- o -
Resting her chin on his shoulder now.
“I thought I’d be the one feeding you... but you’re the one feeding my heart.”
Abhi looked at her, really looked, and something in his chest shifted.
His fingers found the edge of her saree’s pleats where they gathered at her waist.
He didn’t pull, didn’t tug, just held the soft silk between his fingers, reverent, curious, spellbound.
“I could stay like this,” he murmured, “forever.”
Meghana turned her face
Lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “Let’s stay until the candle go out.”
He leaned back a little, and she followed.
She didn’t ask where they were headed next.
She just rested her head on his shoulder, fingers now curled into his shirt.
A quiet closeness that said more than any kiss.
The room glowed amber and gold.
Their hearts thudded not with urgency, but with a soft rhythm of belonging.
Meghana stayed curled lightly against him
Her cheek nestled against the dip of his shoulder.
Abhi sat almost motionless, not wanting to disturb the warm gravity of her weight against him.
One of her bangles had slipped down to her wrist
Its edge brushing gently against his forearm as she shifted slightly.
Not to pull away, but to fit better, closer.
- o -