22-07-2025, 01:13 AM
The coolness of the chutney mixed perfectly with the warm spice of the kebab
And he let the flavor linger for a moment, his eyes never leaving Meghana’s.
“This is... exactly what I needed,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly. “It’s got the perfect balance.”
“Oh, it’s just the beginning,” Meghana said, her voice thick with something unspoken.
She picked up her own kebab, eyes locked with his, the heat between them palpable.
She took a slow bite, the way her lips parted as she chewed, every movement deliberate, as though savoring the moment.
Varnika’s gaze didn’t leave Abhi’s either, her smile widening. “You know,” she said,
“the Hyderabadi Haleem is something else. Rich, spicy, with layers of flavor. You’ll feel it.”
She reached for her own bowl, the thick, hearty consistency of the dish dripping from her spoon as she raised it toward him.
“Wanna try?”
Abhi’s pulse quickened as he looked at her, the intensity of the moment only growing stronger.
“I’m not sure I can handle all of it,” he replied, his voice rougher than he intended.
Varnika leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear.
“You can handle it,” she whispered, her fingers brushing his wrist as she held the spoon.
“It’s not about how much spice you can take. It’s about how long you can last.”
Abhi’s eyes darkened, and he couldn’t help but lean into her.
He opened his mouth, letting her feed him the rich, spiced Haleem.
The flavor exploded on his tongue, smooth, warm, and a perfect blend of heat.
But the act of letting her feed him felt even more intimate than the taste itself.
He kept his eyes on hers as he swallowed,
Every inch of him aware of her proximity, the charge in the air between them.
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And he let the flavor linger for a moment, his eyes never leaving Meghana’s.
“This is... exactly what I needed,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly. “It’s got the perfect balance.”
“Oh, it’s just the beginning,” Meghana said, her voice thick with something unspoken.
She picked up her own kebab, eyes locked with his, the heat between them palpable.
She took a slow bite, the way her lips parted as she chewed, every movement deliberate, as though savoring the moment.
Varnika’s gaze didn’t leave Abhi’s either, her smile widening. “You know,” she said,
“the Hyderabadi Haleem is something else. Rich, spicy, with layers of flavor. You’ll feel it.”
She reached for her own bowl, the thick, hearty consistency of the dish dripping from her spoon as she raised it toward him.
“Wanna try?”
Abhi’s pulse quickened as he looked at her, the intensity of the moment only growing stronger.
“I’m not sure I can handle all of it,” he replied, his voice rougher than he intended.
Varnika leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear.
“You can handle it,” she whispered, her fingers brushing his wrist as she held the spoon.
“It’s not about how much spice you can take. It’s about how long you can last.”
Abhi’s eyes darkened, and he couldn’t help but lean into her.
He opened his mouth, letting her feed him the rich, spiced Haleem.
The flavor exploded on his tongue, smooth, warm, and a perfect blend of heat.
But the act of letting her feed him felt even more intimate than the taste itself.
He kept his eyes on hers as he swallowed,
Every inch of him aware of her proximity, the charge in the air between them.
- o -
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