14-07-2025, 02:15 PM
Saturday Morning – Lazy Breakfast in 403
The clink of a spoon against a porcelain cup.
The soft hum of a ceiling fan.
The faint scent of coffee and toasted bread.
Meghana stood by the kitchen counter in nothing but one of Abhi’s oversized T-shirts—loose,
Dbanging just below her hips, sleeves rolled up.
Her bare legs caught the morning light, and her hair was still delightfully messy.
She looked free.
Completely his, completely herself.
Abhi was by the stove, pouring tea into two mismatched mugs.
He was in a pair of lounge shorts, no shirt.
Just the light sheen of a fresh morning shower and a smile that hadn’t left his face since he woke up.
“Tea, madam?” he asked, offering her the cup with a little bow.
Meghana took it, grinning. “I could get used to this version of you.”
He leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. “Then you better let me stay for lunch too.”
She raised a brow. “Bold man.”
They sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor,
Plates between them, a simple spread of toast, scrambled eggs, and fruit.
Meghana fed him a strawberry, slow and teasing, her eyes dancing.
He retaliated by brushing her knee with his thumb, making her catch her breath.
“Don't start again,” she whispered.
“I haven’t stopped,” he replied softly.
They giggled. Just two people who had crossed a line, but instead of panic, there was peace. A comfort in skin and silence.
For a long time, they didn’t speak, just sipped tea, shared bites, and let their feet tangle as naturally as their lives had.
When Meghana stood to clear the plates, Abhi came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She leaned into him. “You’re clingy today.”
“I’m allowed,” he murmured against her neck.
She smiled, eyes closed. “Only because it’s Saturday.”
-- oOo --
The clink of a spoon against a porcelain cup.
The soft hum of a ceiling fan.
The faint scent of coffee and toasted bread.
Meghana stood by the kitchen counter in nothing but one of Abhi’s oversized T-shirts—loose,
Dbanging just below her hips, sleeves rolled up.
Her bare legs caught the morning light, and her hair was still delightfully messy.
She looked free.
Completely his, completely herself.
Abhi was by the stove, pouring tea into two mismatched mugs.
He was in a pair of lounge shorts, no shirt.
Just the light sheen of a fresh morning shower and a smile that hadn’t left his face since he woke up.
“Tea, madam?” he asked, offering her the cup with a little bow.
Meghana took it, grinning. “I could get used to this version of you.”
He leaned in, kissing her on the cheek. “Then you better let me stay for lunch too.”
She raised a brow. “Bold man.”
They sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor,
Plates between them, a simple spread of toast, scrambled eggs, and fruit.
Meghana fed him a strawberry, slow and teasing, her eyes dancing.
He retaliated by brushing her knee with his thumb, making her catch her breath.
“Don't start again,” she whispered.
“I haven’t stopped,” he replied softly.
They giggled. Just two people who had crossed a line, but instead of panic, there was peace. A comfort in skin and silence.
For a long time, they didn’t speak, just sipped tea, shared bites, and let their feet tangle as naturally as their lives had.
When Meghana stood to clear the plates, Abhi came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She leaned into him. “You’re clingy today.”
“I’m allowed,” he murmured against her neck.
She smiled, eyes closed. “Only because it’s Saturday.”
-- oOo --
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