[shailu4ever]

She was interested.


But part of that interest… was in Madhavi too.

What kind of woman plays this way?

What kind of woman stands close to a man,

Touches him, smiles at him

And then quietly steps aside so someone else can sit nearer?

Shruti felt the shift in the room.

This wasn’t about flirting anymore.

This was a slow invitation.

A deliberate opening.

Madhavi wasn’t pushing her toward Abhi.

She was pulling her toward him, using herself as the magnet.

And it was working.

She tilted her head, not angry, intrigued.

She was picking up the undertones now.

The unreadable glances.

The tiny touches.

The secret current running between Madhavi and Abhi that no one else in the room was really catching.

But instead of backing off, Shruti smiled.

Like a player who just found herself in a more complicated game than she expected.

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