16-07-2025, 03:55 PM
“Arey! Aao na sab,” came a deeper, cheerful voice from inside.
Vamsi, tall and fit with a casually rolled-up white linen shirt and beige trousers, stepped into view from the hallway.
A relaxed presence, his stubble made him look slightly older than he was, but his grin immediately disarmed any formality.
He looked at Priya Didi, in her copper-gold saree.
Neetu was stunning...
Sirisha was young and glowing...
But there was something about Priya that night
The stillness in her walk,
The poise in her smile,
The careful way her pleats moved like whispers across her waist, that eclipsed everything else.
Even Vamsi, who rarely got rattled, found himself staring a moment too long.
He hadn't expected her to look like this.
Elegant, yes. Beautiful, always.
But this… this was something else.
He was startled by his own reaction,
Surprised by how much he suddenly wanted to know what made her laugh when no one was watching.
He masked it with charm, as always.
“Ravi Bhai, finally I get to meet you!” he said, coming forward and clapping Ravi on the shoulder.
“Amit Bhai keeps talking about you, we were all beginning to think you were a myth!”
Ravi smiled and offered a hand.
“Good to finally meet you too, Vamsi. Thanks for having us over.”
“Arey yaar, don’t say thanks. Sirisha's idea. She’s been buzzing all day like she’s throwing a royal banquet.”
“Anna!” Sirisha protested from the side, turning red. “That’s not true!”
Neetu rolled her eyes.
“You were practicing how to welcome people. I heard you muttering ‘Hi Bhayya… I mean, Welcome Bhayya’ while brushing your hair.”
Laughter broke out, softening the mood.
Even Priya chuckled her eyes lingering on Ravi’s amused reaction before she turned gracefully into the apartment.
The living room was charming, warm lighting, cushions in bright colors,
The smell of incense fading into something more homely like sambar and fried snacks.
The dinner table was set at one corner, but Vamsi ushered everyone into the hall first.
“Tea first,” he said. “Dinner after the gossip.”
- o -
Vamsi, tall and fit with a casually rolled-up white linen shirt and beige trousers, stepped into view from the hallway.
A relaxed presence, his stubble made him look slightly older than he was, but his grin immediately disarmed any formality.
He looked at Priya Didi, in her copper-gold saree.
Neetu was stunning...
Sirisha was young and glowing...
But there was something about Priya that night
The stillness in her walk,
The poise in her smile,
The careful way her pleats moved like whispers across her waist, that eclipsed everything else.
Even Vamsi, who rarely got rattled, found himself staring a moment too long.
He hadn't expected her to look like this.
Elegant, yes. Beautiful, always.
But this… this was something else.
He was startled by his own reaction,
Surprised by how much he suddenly wanted to know what made her laugh when no one was watching.
He masked it with charm, as always.
“Ravi Bhai, finally I get to meet you!” he said, coming forward and clapping Ravi on the shoulder.
“Amit Bhai keeps talking about you, we were all beginning to think you were a myth!”
Ravi smiled and offered a hand.
“Good to finally meet you too, Vamsi. Thanks for having us over.”
“Arey yaar, don’t say thanks. Sirisha's idea. She’s been buzzing all day like she’s throwing a royal banquet.”
“Anna!” Sirisha protested from the side, turning red. “That’s not true!”
Neetu rolled her eyes.
“You were practicing how to welcome people. I heard you muttering ‘Hi Bhayya… I mean, Welcome Bhayya’ while brushing your hair.”
Laughter broke out, softening the mood.
Even Priya chuckled her eyes lingering on Ravi’s amused reaction before she turned gracefully into the apartment.
The living room was charming, warm lighting, cushions in bright colors,
The smell of incense fading into something more homely like sambar and fried snacks.
The dinner table was set at one corner, but Vamsi ushered everyone into the hall first.
“Tea first,” he said. “Dinner after the gossip.”
- o -
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