22-07-2025, 07:05 PM
Thursday Morning – Project, Beauty, and Unsaid Currents in 401
Ravi followed Sirisha up the stairs, still holding the printouts she had requested.
She was half a step ahead, her long ponytail bouncing playfully with every stride.
The way her sweatshirt swung slightly with her movement,
Revealing slivers of her waist now and then, made it almost unfair to call it a “normal workday.”
Flat 401 was quiet when they entered.
Morning sunlight streamed in from the east-facing windows, casting golden shadows across the tiled floor.
Sirisha turned back to him as they stepped in, her smile wide and cheerful, “Neetu bhabhi’s making tea for us.”
She headed toward the table, motioning him to follow.
“Let’s quickly settle down before she comes and distracts you.”
Ravi smirked and placed the papers down. “I thought you were the distraction.”
She raised a brow with mock offense. “That’s rude! I am your project manager, Bhayya.”
As she sat down, her cropped top once again rode up slightly, exposing the delicate dip of her belly.
Her skin was pale, radiant, with the freshness of youth.
Her jeans hugged her like they were tailored for her alone,
And the way she leaned forward while scrolling through her laptop made Ravi’s eyes catch details he shouldn't have
The curve of her side, the slight arch of her back, the gentle way her body moved with breath.
But then, just as Ravi managed to blink away his thoughts,
Neetu stepped into the room, and time slowed again.
She was in a soft peach cotton kurta with subtle embroidery and a matching dupatta.
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Ravi followed Sirisha up the stairs, still holding the printouts she had requested.
She was half a step ahead, her long ponytail bouncing playfully with every stride.
The way her sweatshirt swung slightly with her movement,
Revealing slivers of her waist now and then, made it almost unfair to call it a “normal workday.”
Flat 401 was quiet when they entered.
Morning sunlight streamed in from the east-facing windows, casting golden shadows across the tiled floor.
Sirisha turned back to him as they stepped in, her smile wide and cheerful, “Neetu bhabhi’s making tea for us.”
She headed toward the table, motioning him to follow.
“Let’s quickly settle down before she comes and distracts you.”
Ravi smirked and placed the papers down. “I thought you were the distraction.”
She raised a brow with mock offense. “That’s rude! I am your project manager, Bhayya.”
As she sat down, her cropped top once again rode up slightly, exposing the delicate dip of her belly.
Her skin was pale, radiant, with the freshness of youth.
Her jeans hugged her like they were tailored for her alone,
And the way she leaned forward while scrolling through her laptop made Ravi’s eyes catch details he shouldn't have
The curve of her side, the slight arch of her back, the gentle way her body moved with breath.
But then, just as Ravi managed to blink away his thoughts,
Neetu stepped into the room, and time slowed again.
She was in a soft peach cotton kurta with subtle embroidery and a matching dupatta.
- o -
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