07-07-2025, 06:31 PM
And the jasmine
Its petals crushed lightly beneath their shifting bodies
Released even more fragrance into the air, like it was blessing them.
Abhi’s heart hammered against his ribs,
Mirroring the erratic beat of the jasmine scented air hanging heavy in Meghana’s bedroom.
The soft glow from the flickering lamp cast long, alluring shadows across her
Transforming the familiar lines of her form into something breathtakingly exotic.
He took a hesitant step forward, drawn in by the vibrant cascade of wine-red silk saree that flowed down from her shoulders,
Pooling like liquid rubies around her sculpted calves.
"Meghana," he breathed, his voice barely a rasp.
She smiled then, a slow curve of her lips that promised things unspoken, dangerous and delicious.
Tentatively, he reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the smooth expanse of her back.
The fabric shifted with an almost liquid grace beneath his hand, cool and surprisingly light against his palm.
He drew a slow breath, wanting to memorize every detail of this sight before it surrendered to touch.
"It's beautiful," he murmured, tracing the delicate fall of the saree’s pleats down her leg.
He paused, unsure how to proceed, then finally allowed his fingers to gently pull back the fabric at the waistline.
Her breath hitched as he moved, and Abhi felt a thrill course through him, hot and urgent.
He brushed his thumb gently over the delicate line of her collarbone, then finally,
With a reverence born from wanting to preserve this moment forever, He slipped one hand under the silken fabric of the saree,
He slowly pulled her pallu from her shoulder.
He had beed dreaming of this, removing saree from her.
Her saree slipped from her shoulder.
- o -
.
Its petals crushed lightly beneath their shifting bodies
Released even more fragrance into the air, like it was blessing them.
Abhi’s heart hammered against his ribs,
Mirroring the erratic beat of the jasmine scented air hanging heavy in Meghana’s bedroom.
The soft glow from the flickering lamp cast long, alluring shadows across her
Transforming the familiar lines of her form into something breathtakingly exotic.
He took a hesitant step forward, drawn in by the vibrant cascade of wine-red silk saree that flowed down from her shoulders,
Pooling like liquid rubies around her sculpted calves.
"Meghana," he breathed, his voice barely a rasp.
She smiled then, a slow curve of her lips that promised things unspoken, dangerous and delicious.
Tentatively, he reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the smooth expanse of her back.
The fabric shifted with an almost liquid grace beneath his hand, cool and surprisingly light against his palm.
He drew a slow breath, wanting to memorize every detail of this sight before it surrendered to touch.
"It's beautiful," he murmured, tracing the delicate fall of the saree’s pleats down her leg.
He paused, unsure how to proceed, then finally allowed his fingers to gently pull back the fabric at the waistline.
Her breath hitched as he moved, and Abhi felt a thrill course through him, hot and urgent.
He brushed his thumb gently over the delicate line of her collarbone, then finally,
With a reverence born from wanting to preserve this moment forever, He slipped one hand under the silken fabric of the saree,
He slowly pulled her pallu from her shoulder.
He had beed dreaming of this, removing saree from her.
Her saree slipped from her shoulder.
- o -
.
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