22-07-2025, 01:11 AM
Varnika smiled, a glint of mischief lighting up her eyes.
“Maybe,” she murmured, her gaze flickering to Meghana, who had been quietly watching them.
“But the real heat is in the biryani, don’t you think?
I’ve heard it’s the perfect kind of spice, just the right balance of flavor, without being too overwhelming.”
Her fingers trailed around the rim of her glass slowly, the movement languid, deliberate, her voice teasing.
Abhi leaned in just slightly. “I think I’m about to taste it, then,”
He said, his voice thick with unspoken meaning.
Meghana, who had been quietly watching both of them,
Now picked up her glass of Tandoori wine, a traditional pairing with grilled meats.
The glass glinted in the candlelight as she lifted it to her lips,
Her gaze still steady on Abhi, a quiet confidence in her eyes.
“You can taste the spice... but only if you’re not afraid to handle it,”
Meghana said, her voice low, almost a challenge.
She set her glass down with a soft click and reached for the plate of Mutton Shikampuri Kebabs,
The perfectly grilled meat glistening with a mix of ghee and spices.
Varnika’s leg brushed against Abhi’s beneath the table, sending a shiver of heat through him.
“I’m sure you know how to handle a little heat,” she whispered, her lips curling.
Abhi looked between the two of them, his heart racing, but his face remained composed.
He could feel the weight of both their gazes on him, the teasing, the promises wrapped in each word.
Without breaking the intensity of the moment, he reached for a piece of the kebab that Meghana had placed near him,
Dipping it in the mint chutney before bringing it to his lips.
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“Maybe,” she murmured, her gaze flickering to Meghana, who had been quietly watching them.
“But the real heat is in the biryani, don’t you think?
I’ve heard it’s the perfect kind of spice, just the right balance of flavor, without being too overwhelming.”
Her fingers trailed around the rim of her glass slowly, the movement languid, deliberate, her voice teasing.
Abhi leaned in just slightly. “I think I’m about to taste it, then,”
He said, his voice thick with unspoken meaning.
Meghana, who had been quietly watching both of them,
Now picked up her glass of Tandoori wine, a traditional pairing with grilled meats.
The glass glinted in the candlelight as she lifted it to her lips,
Her gaze still steady on Abhi, a quiet confidence in her eyes.
“You can taste the spice... but only if you’re not afraid to handle it,”
Meghana said, her voice low, almost a challenge.
She set her glass down with a soft click and reached for the plate of Mutton Shikampuri Kebabs,
The perfectly grilled meat glistening with a mix of ghee and spices.
Varnika’s leg brushed against Abhi’s beneath the table, sending a shiver of heat through him.
“I’m sure you know how to handle a little heat,” she whispered, her lips curling.
Abhi looked between the two of them, his heart racing, but his face remained composed.
He could feel the weight of both their gazes on him, the teasing, the promises wrapped in each word.
Without breaking the intensity of the moment, he reached for a piece of the kebab that Meghana had placed near him,
Dipping it in the mint chutney before bringing it to his lips.
- o -
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