23-07-2025, 01:34 PM
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He was lost in the sensation of holding the bra
Unable to pull his focus away.
The curve of the cups. They are 36D.
The soft, inviting fabric around them, draw him deeper into the intimacy of the moment.
His breath grew heavier, each inhale sharper than the last,
As though the very air in the room had thickened around him, suffused with the scent of Neetu’s presence.
The thought of her wearing this bra, the way it would mold to her body,
Filled his mind with vivid, pulsing images.
It was a thought that he could neither resist nor fully embrace,
A forbidden glimpse into a world that, until now, had remained hidden from him.
His fingers traced the intricate lace, feeling the texture beneath his skin,
Almost as if trying to imprint the sensation into his memory.
But every part of him seemed to ache with the knowledge that this was not just fabric, it was a piece of her,
Something that had touched her, something that held the warmth of her body.
For a long moment, Ravi stayed frozen, the bra still held delicately in his hands,
The air thick with the weight of his thoughts.
He felt exposed, almost as if he had crossed an invisible line between admiration and something more,
Something he wasn’t sure he was ready to face.
He gently folded the bra, placing it back into the basket with a carefulness that seemed to echo the quiet intensity of his feelings.
As he took one final look at the basket,
The garments now lying quietly together,
He realized he was not just holding pieces of fabric, but fragments of Neetu herself.
And in that moment,
Ravi knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
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