07-07-2025, 11:37 AM
Friday Night – Meghana's Bedroom
The Jasmine-Scented Room
The moment Abhi stepped into her bedroom, time stilled.
The lights were dimmed low
A warm golden hue spilling from the corner floor lamp.
The air carried the unmistakable fragrance of fresh jasmine - “malle puvvulu” - woven into thick garlands.
Jasmin flowers were scattered across the sheets in delicate constellations.
Some strands framed the headboard
While others had been lovingly placed across the white bed-sheet like blessings from the moonlight.
The room felt sacred - like a temple of affection she had quietly built for them.
Meghana turned slowly to face him.
Her jasmine-garlanded braid fell gently over one shoulder
The soft scent surrounding her like an aura.
He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. He was too full.
Meghana smiled.
A slow, molten curve on her glossy lips.
She stepped toward him, the sound of her anklets barely audible over the soft thud of his heartbeat.
“I wanted it to be special,” she whispered.
“It already is,” Abhi said, his voice low, thick.
“You…” He couldn't finish.
She reached up, her fingers brushing his jaw with reverence.
“Don’t say anything,” she murmured. “Tonight... just feel.”
He nodded slowly.
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The Jasmine-Scented Room
The moment Abhi stepped into her bedroom, time stilled.
The lights were dimmed low
A warm golden hue spilling from the corner floor lamp.
The air carried the unmistakable fragrance of fresh jasmine - “malle puvvulu” - woven into thick garlands.
Jasmin flowers were scattered across the sheets in delicate constellations.
Some strands framed the headboard
While others had been lovingly placed across the white bed-sheet like blessings from the moonlight.
The room felt sacred - like a temple of affection she had quietly built for them.
Meghana turned slowly to face him.
Her jasmine-garlanded braid fell gently over one shoulder
The soft scent surrounding her like an aura.
He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. He was too full.
Meghana smiled.
A slow, molten curve on her glossy lips.
She stepped toward him, the sound of her anklets barely audible over the soft thud of his heartbeat.
“I wanted it to be special,” she whispered.
“It already is,” Abhi said, his voice low, thick.
“You…” He couldn't finish.
She reached up, her fingers brushing his jaw with reverence.
“Don’t say anything,” she murmured. “Tonight... just feel.”
He nodded slowly.
- o -
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