18-07-2025, 06:59 PM
Sunday Night – After Midnight – Ravi & Neetu Bhabi’s Chat Continues
The clock on Ravi’s screen blinked 12:08 AM.
Still no reply to her last message:
“Good. But some puzzles... come with consequences.”
Ravi stared at those words longer than he should have.
Something about the phrasing, it was light, but beneath it, a thread of warning… or maybe invitation.
He typed slowly.
Ravi:
“Consequences are part of the game. Some are worth it.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Spoken like a man who’s not afraid of a little trouble.”
Ravi:
“Bhabi… with you, I’m afraid of many things.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Oh?”
Ravi:
“Of saying too much. Of not saying enough. Of you knowing exactly what I’m thinking.”
Her reply came almost instantly.
Neetu Bhabi:
“Ravi… if I really knew what you were thinking, I might not sleep tonight.”
Ravi:
“Then maybe I should help you sleep.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“By saying something sweet?”
Ravi:
“By saying something true.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Then say it.”
He didn’t hesitate this time.
Ravi:
“You looked... dangerous today. Not the loud kind. The quiet, slow-burning kind. Like a poem no one dares to read out loud.”
A pause.
Neetu Bhabi:
“Do you usually say things like this to your friends’ wives?”
Ravi:
“No. Just to the ones who don’t feel like they belong to anyone.”
The typing dots stopped.
The next message came after almost a full minute.
Neetu Bhabi:
“You’re walking a very thin line, Ravi.”
Ravi:
“Only because you're standing right on the other side, watching.”
Another voice note arrived.
This one was quieter. Her breath softer. No laughter this time.
“I don’t know whether to stop you or keep listening.”
Ravi:
“I think you already chose.”
She replied:
Neetu Bhabi:
“I’ll hate myself in the morning.”
Ravi:
“Then hate me too. But not tonight.”
She went offline...
Ravi placed the phone down slowly. His chest was warm, his mind a blur.
He stared at the ceiling, smiling to himself, not from victory, but from danger.
This night… would stay with him.
The clock on Ravi’s screen blinked 12:08 AM.
Still no reply to her last message:
“Good. But some puzzles... come with consequences.”
Ravi stared at those words longer than he should have.
Something about the phrasing, it was light, but beneath it, a thread of warning… or maybe invitation.
He typed slowly.
Ravi:
“Consequences are part of the game. Some are worth it.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Spoken like a man who’s not afraid of a little trouble.”
Ravi:
“Bhabi… with you, I’m afraid of many things.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Oh?”
Ravi:
“Of saying too much. Of not saying enough. Of you knowing exactly what I’m thinking.”
Her reply came almost instantly.
Neetu Bhabi:
“Ravi… if I really knew what you were thinking, I might not sleep tonight.”
Ravi:
“Then maybe I should help you sleep.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“By saying something sweet?”
Ravi:
“By saying something true.”
Neetu Bhabi:
“Then say it.”
He didn’t hesitate this time.
Ravi:
“You looked... dangerous today. Not the loud kind. The quiet, slow-burning kind. Like a poem no one dares to read out loud.”
A pause.
Neetu Bhabi:
“Do you usually say things like this to your friends’ wives?”
Ravi:
“No. Just to the ones who don’t feel like they belong to anyone.”
The typing dots stopped.
The next message came after almost a full minute.
Neetu Bhabi:
“You’re walking a very thin line, Ravi.”
Ravi:
“Only because you're standing right on the other side, watching.”
Another voice note arrived.
This one was quieter. Her breath softer. No laughter this time.
“I don’t know whether to stop you or keep listening.”
Ravi:
“I think you already chose.”
She replied:
Neetu Bhabi:
“I’ll hate myself in the morning.”
Ravi:
“Then hate me too. But not tonight.”
She went offline...
Ravi placed the phone down slowly. His chest was warm, his mind a blur.
He stared at the ceiling, smiling to himself, not from victory, but from danger.
This night… would stay with him.
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