18-07-2025, 01:32 PM
Rasmalai and a Teasing Breeze
Neetu stepped back in, her phone still in her hand, eyes adjusting to the mellow light of the room.
“You two look full and satisfied,” she said, slipping her phone into her kurti pocket,
Her smile lightly mischievous. “Should I assume the Rasmalai was a hit… or was it something else?”
Sirisha, who had just returned from the kitchen after placing the bowls in the sink,
Froze mid-step. “Bhabi!” she whined.
Neetu tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
“What? I’m just saying… there’s a certain glow on your face. Like someone just got complimented very... thoroughly.”
Sirisha threw a cushion at her. “Stop it!”
Ravi chuckled, standing up and brushing his jeans.
“It was amazing, Bhabi. I mean the Rasmalai. Please thank her again on my behalf.”
He glanced at Sirisha, who was busy hiding her face behind another cushion now.
Neetu grinned. “Oh, I’ll thank her. But I’m more interested in knowing what all you liked today.”
Ravi met her gaze, amused. “I already told her she made my Sunday complicated.”
Neetu gave a knowing smirk. “Hmm… interesting choice of words.”
Sirisha muttered something into the cushion, clearly blushing. “Bhayya, just go.”
Ravi laughed. “Yes, yes. I should leave before I get grilled further.”
He turned toward the door, slipping his phone into his pocket,
Pausing for a moment. “Thank you both. Not just for the food… but this whole afternoon.”
Neetu gave a soft nod. “Our doors are always open for you.”
As he reached the door, Sirisha finally peeked out from behind her cushion. “Wait,” she said,
Getting up and walking with him to the door, “text me when you reach.”
Ravi looked at her for a second. “You do know it’s two floors down, right?”
“I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Still. Just… do it.”
Their eyes met again for a quiet second.
Something sweet.
Something alive.
He gave a soft nod. “Okay.”
Just as he stepped out, Neetu leaned close to Sirisha and whispered,
“You know, Rasmalai was your excuse... but he was your craving.”
Sirisha’s mouth dropped open. “Bhabiiiii!”
Neetu walked away, humming to herself, as Sirisha stood by the doorway,
Her heart still thudding softly, watching Ravi walk toward the elevator.
Inside her, a hundred butterflies swirled, not just from his compliments,
Not just from his gaze, but from something deeper. He had noticed her. All of her.
And somehow, that mattered far more than she had expected.
Neetu stepped back in, her phone still in her hand, eyes adjusting to the mellow light of the room.
“You two look full and satisfied,” she said, slipping her phone into her kurti pocket,
Her smile lightly mischievous. “Should I assume the Rasmalai was a hit… or was it something else?”
Sirisha, who had just returned from the kitchen after placing the bowls in the sink,
Froze mid-step. “Bhabi!” she whined.
Neetu tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
“What? I’m just saying… there’s a certain glow on your face. Like someone just got complimented very... thoroughly.”
Sirisha threw a cushion at her. “Stop it!”
Ravi chuckled, standing up and brushing his jeans.
“It was amazing, Bhabi. I mean the Rasmalai. Please thank her again on my behalf.”
He glanced at Sirisha, who was busy hiding her face behind another cushion now.
Neetu grinned. “Oh, I’ll thank her. But I’m more interested in knowing what all you liked today.”
Ravi met her gaze, amused. “I already told her she made my Sunday complicated.”
Neetu gave a knowing smirk. “Hmm… interesting choice of words.”
Sirisha muttered something into the cushion, clearly blushing. “Bhayya, just go.”
Ravi laughed. “Yes, yes. I should leave before I get grilled further.”
He turned toward the door, slipping his phone into his pocket,
Pausing for a moment. “Thank you both. Not just for the food… but this whole afternoon.”
Neetu gave a soft nod. “Our doors are always open for you.”
As he reached the door, Sirisha finally peeked out from behind her cushion. “Wait,” she said,
Getting up and walking with him to the door, “text me when you reach.”
Ravi looked at her for a second. “You do know it’s two floors down, right?”
“I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Still. Just… do it.”
Their eyes met again for a quiet second.
Something sweet.
Something alive.
He gave a soft nod. “Okay.”
Just as he stepped out, Neetu leaned close to Sirisha and whispered,
“You know, Rasmalai was your excuse... but he was your craving.”
Sirisha’s mouth dropped open. “Bhabiiiii!”
Neetu walked away, humming to herself, as Sirisha stood by the doorway,
Her heart still thudding softly, watching Ravi walk toward the elevator.
Inside her, a hundred butterflies swirled, not just from his compliments,
Not just from his gaze, but from something deeper. He had noticed her. All of her.
And somehow, that mattered far more than she had expected.
-- oOo --
.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)