06-07-2025, 02:24 AM
Meghana slowly exhaled
Her cheek still resting near his as the taste of the last kiss lingered between them.
The plates, the candles, the dinner, they had all become background now.
Her world had narrowed to the man beside her, and the quiet burn of something deeper humming under her skin.
She glanced at him, her eyes soft, searching.
“Come,” she said, her voice low, not commanding, just gentle. “Let’s sit somewhere softer.”
She rose first, fingers still laced lightly with his until they slipped apart.
Her saree shifted as she stood,
cascading over her hips and brushing her ankles with a whispering sound.
She didn’t rush.
Her bare feet made no sound on the polished tile as she walked toward the living room.
Abhi watched her for a moment before rising and following
His eyes drawn to the way the emerald silk shimmered with every movement
How the open back of her blouse revealed the elegant slope of her spine.
The couch waited, dbangd in a soft beige throw
Cushions carefully fluffed, clearly arranged earlier in the evening
He realized.
Everything had been intentional.
Meghana sat first
Tucking her feet beneath her to one side, leaving just enough space for him beside her.
When he sat down, the closeness was immediate, thighs brushing, shoulders nearly touching.
The glow from the floor lamp nearby was warm, amber, casting her skin in honeyed tones.
She turned toward him slightly
One knee pressing lightly against his thigh.
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Her cheek still resting near his as the taste of the last kiss lingered between them.
The plates, the candles, the dinner, they had all become background now.
Her world had narrowed to the man beside her, and the quiet burn of something deeper humming under her skin.
She glanced at him, her eyes soft, searching.
“Come,” she said, her voice low, not commanding, just gentle. “Let’s sit somewhere softer.”
She rose first, fingers still laced lightly with his until they slipped apart.
Her saree shifted as she stood,
cascading over her hips and brushing her ankles with a whispering sound.
She didn’t rush.
Her bare feet made no sound on the polished tile as she walked toward the living room.
Abhi watched her for a moment before rising and following
His eyes drawn to the way the emerald silk shimmered with every movement
How the open back of her blouse revealed the elegant slope of her spine.
The couch waited, dbangd in a soft beige throw
Cushions carefully fluffed, clearly arranged earlier in the evening
He realized.
Everything had been intentional.
Meghana sat first
Tucking her feet beneath her to one side, leaving just enough space for him beside her.
When he sat down, the closeness was immediate, thighs brushing, shoulders nearly touching.
The glow from the floor lamp nearby was warm, amber, casting her skin in honeyed tones.
She turned toward him slightly
One knee pressing lightly against his thigh.
- o -
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