07-07-2025, 12:23 PM
She took his hand and walked him toward the bed.
Each step over the flower-strewn path felt like walking into a dream stitched with silk and longing.
She made him sit at the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of him and gently removed his footwear
One after the other, her fingertips grazing his ankles with the grace of a ritual.
Then she sat beside him.
Not rushed.
Not urgent.
Just presence.
Breathing him in.
Abhi turned slightly to face her, his eyes drinking in the way her skin glowed in the golden light,
The way her saree shimmered faintly as she moved.
The jasmine tucked behind her ear made her look achingly beautiful, timeless.
“You did all this for me?” he asked finally, voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she leaned closer and gently placed a jasmine flower in his palm.
“I did this for us,” she said. “Because tonight... matters.”
Abhi lifted the flower to his nose, inhaling its fragrance.
But it was the closeness of her
Her thigh brushing against his, her perfume mingling with the jasmine
That overwhelmed him more.
Slowly, Meghana leaned into him, her lips grazing his cheek, then lower, just by the corner of his mouth. A breath. A pause.
“I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered.
He turned toward her, and their lips met, not hurried, not bold at first.
Just a kiss full of knowing, of weight, of promises finally allowed to breathe.
Their hands found each other’s faces, shoulders, waists, exploring with reverence rather than hunger.
- o -
.
Each step over the flower-strewn path felt like walking into a dream stitched with silk and longing.
She made him sit at the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of him and gently removed his footwear
One after the other, her fingertips grazing his ankles with the grace of a ritual.
Then she sat beside him.
Not rushed.
Not urgent.
Just presence.
Breathing him in.
Abhi turned slightly to face her, his eyes drinking in the way her skin glowed in the golden light,
The way her saree shimmered faintly as she moved.
The jasmine tucked behind her ear made her look achingly beautiful, timeless.
“You did all this for me?” he asked finally, voice barely above a whisper.
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she leaned closer and gently placed a jasmine flower in his palm.
“I did this for us,” she said. “Because tonight... matters.”
Abhi lifted the flower to his nose, inhaling its fragrance.
But it was the closeness of her
Her thigh brushing against his, her perfume mingling with the jasmine
That overwhelmed him more.
Slowly, Meghana leaned into him, her lips grazing his cheek, then lower, just by the corner of his mouth. A breath. A pause.
“I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered.
He turned toward her, and their lips met, not hurried, not bold at first.
Just a kiss full of knowing, of weight, of promises finally allowed to breathe.
Their hands found each other’s faces, shoulders, waists, exploring with reverence rather than hunger.
- o -
.
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