21-07-2025, 01:16 PM
Tuesday Night – A Dream Interrupted
The kitchen was quiet.
The dishes were done.
The air carried the warm scent of cumin and jasmine, with a trace of sandalwood from Priya’s perfume still lingering, soft as memory.
Ravi sat on one end of the couch, legs stretched, shoulders finally relaxed with an ease he hadn’t felt in days.
Priya joined him moments later, brushing her palms against her skirt before settling down, not too far, not too close.
Just… near enough.
They didn’t speak.
But the silence between them wasn’t awkward anymore.
It was slow, breathing, intimate, the kind that settles between two people who no longer need to fill space with words.
The air spoke for them.
She leaned into the cushions, elbow propped up, fingers lightly brushing her temple.
He turned toward her.
Her hair was still loosely pinned, a few strands slipping along her neck.
Ravi watched one curl dance along her collarbone, lifted slightly by her breath.
The low light made her skin look softer, warmer.
He couldn’t help but watch her.
No, feel her.
Her presence pressed gently into the space between them.
Not touching, but felt. Like the heat before fire.
There was no one else in the world just then.
- o -
The kitchen was quiet.
The dishes were done.
The air carried the warm scent of cumin and jasmine, with a trace of sandalwood from Priya’s perfume still lingering, soft as memory.
Ravi sat on one end of the couch, legs stretched, shoulders finally relaxed with an ease he hadn’t felt in days.
Priya joined him moments later, brushing her palms against her skirt before settling down, not too far, not too close.
Just… near enough.
They didn’t speak.
But the silence between them wasn’t awkward anymore.
It was slow, breathing, intimate, the kind that settles between two people who no longer need to fill space with words.
The air spoke for them.
She leaned into the cushions, elbow propped up, fingers lightly brushing her temple.
He turned toward her.
Her hair was still loosely pinned, a few strands slipping along her neck.
Ravi watched one curl dance along her collarbone, lifted slightly by her breath.
The low light made her skin look softer, warmer.
He couldn’t help but watch her.
No, feel her.
Her presence pressed gently into the space between them.
Not touching, but felt. Like the heat before fire.
There was no one else in the world just then.
- o -
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