10-07-2025, 11:34 AM
She didn’t say would you like some tea.
She didn’t even glance in his direction.
It was routine.
It was distance.
And that’s what made it worse.
Ravi finally stepped in
Quietly pulling out one of the chairs at the dining table. Sat. Waited.
He looked at her.
Her fair arms moved quickly.
She was wearing the same light pink top from the morning
But somehow now it clung differently.
He wondered if it was the sweat, or the silence, or just the guilt rising in his chest.
She poured the boiling water into the saucepan, added tea leaves. Milk. Sugar.
Still not a word.
He stared at the slow swirl of steam rising from the pan,
Trying to lose himself in it, trying to not remember the feel of her hip in his palm.
But his body remembered.
Too well.
When she finally turned, holding both cups, her face gave nothing away.
- o -
She didn’t even glance in his direction.
It was routine.
It was distance.
And that’s what made it worse.
Ravi finally stepped in
Quietly pulling out one of the chairs at the dining table. Sat. Waited.
He looked at her.
Her fair arms moved quickly.
She was wearing the same light pink top from the morning
But somehow now it clung differently.
He wondered if it was the sweat, or the silence, or just the guilt rising in his chest.
She poured the boiling water into the saucepan, added tea leaves. Milk. Sugar.
Still not a word.
He stared at the slow swirl of steam rising from the pan,
Trying to lose himself in it, trying to not remember the feel of her hip in his palm.
But his body remembered.
Too well.
When she finally turned, holding both cups, her face gave nothing away.
- o -
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