21-07-2025, 04:50 PM
Tuesday Night – A Late Glimmer
Ravi lay still in bed, eyes open, the soft ceiling fan breeze brushing past him.
The silence in 205 had grown thicker since he’d last moved.
Almost without thinking, he reached for his phone on the bedside table.
Just to check the time, he told himself.
11:52 PM.
But there were notifications.
A few missed pings on WhatsApp.
He unlocked the phone.
And there it was.
Sirisha:
“Bhayyaaaa You forgot your promise?”
Sent at 11:34 PM
“You said you’ll help me prep for the Tuesday session next week too ”
“Also I didn’t even get a review for today’s look. Bad Bhayya. Very bad.”
Sent at 11:36 PM
“Okay fine. Sleep tight if you’re sleeping. Good night, Ravi Bhayya ”
Sent at 11:41 PM
A small smile cracked the solemnness on his face.
Ravi read the messages again, this time slower.
Her tone, as always, playful and full of that typical Gen Z charm
Half complaint, half craving for attention.
And beneath all of it, a strange warmth.
He sighed. She’s adorable… He typed, then deleted.
Instead, he went into their chat. Hovered for a moment. Then typed:
Ravi:
“I didn’t forget. Was just a long day.”
“And your look today?”
“That’s dangerous to comment on at midnight. Might lose sleep ”
He smiled to himself.
His eyes drifted to her display picture,
Still the one with her leaning near her brother’s car, sunglasses on, carefree smile flashing.
Then, a second notification popped up.
Different name. Different tone.
Neetu Bhabhi:
“So... no Rasmalai dreams tonight?”
“Or should I give you a few visuals to help? ”
Sent at 11:49 PM
Ravi blinked.
His lips parted slightly as he exhaled.
The house might be quiet.
But clearly, the night was not over.
Ravi lay still in bed, eyes open, the soft ceiling fan breeze brushing past him.
The silence in 205 had grown thicker since he’d last moved.
Almost without thinking, he reached for his phone on the bedside table.
Just to check the time, he told himself.
11:52 PM.
But there were notifications.
A few missed pings on WhatsApp.
He unlocked the phone.
And there it was.
Sirisha:
“Bhayyaaaa You forgot your promise?”
Sent at 11:34 PM
“You said you’ll help me prep for the Tuesday session next week too ”
“Also I didn’t even get a review for today’s look. Bad Bhayya. Very bad.”
Sent at 11:36 PM
“Okay fine. Sleep tight if you’re sleeping. Good night, Ravi Bhayya ”
Sent at 11:41 PM
A small smile cracked the solemnness on his face.
Ravi read the messages again, this time slower.
Her tone, as always, playful and full of that typical Gen Z charm
Half complaint, half craving for attention.
And beneath all of it, a strange warmth.
He sighed. She’s adorable… He typed, then deleted.
Instead, he went into their chat. Hovered for a moment. Then typed:
Ravi:
“I didn’t forget. Was just a long day.”
“And your look today?”
“That’s dangerous to comment on at midnight. Might lose sleep ”
He smiled to himself.
His eyes drifted to her display picture,
Still the one with her leaning near her brother’s car, sunglasses on, carefree smile flashing.
Then, a second notification popped up.
Different name. Different tone.
Neetu Bhabhi:
“So... no Rasmalai dreams tonight?”
“Or should I give you a few visuals to help? ”
Sent at 11:49 PM
Ravi blinked.
His lips parted slightly as he exhaled.
The house might be quiet.
But clearly, the night was not over.
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