05-08-2025, 10:20 PM
Sirisha.
Up close like this, she looked unreal.
Her features soft and luminous, skin glowing faintly under the filtered afternoon light.
Her lips had a gentle fullness, parted slightly in thought.
Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at the ceiling, and then, slowly, toward him.
Their eyes met.
Her crop top hugged her upper body, outlining the natural curve of her chest as she lay turned partly toward him.
The light denim jeans she wore rode up a little at her hips, revealing just a peek of her narrow waistline.
Where her top ended and her jeans began, a slim band of her midriff was exposed.
Her belly was smooth and inviting, with the softest curve as she shifted slightly.
Ravi’s gaze fell, just for a moment, at the gentle rise and fall of her chest,
The outline of her breasts pressing naturally beneath the fabric.
The fabric stretched slightly near the seams, drawing his attention and then making him quickly blink it away.
“What?” she whispered, catching his glance.
Ravi opened his mouth. No words came.
Sirisha smiled, wicked and innocent all at once.
“You look like you're about to write poetry again.”
“Maybe I am,” he murmured.
“Don’t forget the part where the girl’s heart beats faster,”
she said, placing her hand gently over her chest. “Right here.”
Ravi turned a bit on his side, facing her now, the space between them shrinking even more.
Up close like this, she looked unreal.
Her features soft and luminous, skin glowing faintly under the filtered afternoon light.
Her lips had a gentle fullness, parted slightly in thought.
Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at the ceiling, and then, slowly, toward him.
Their eyes met.
Her crop top hugged her upper body, outlining the natural curve of her chest as she lay turned partly toward him.
The light denim jeans she wore rode up a little at her hips, revealing just a peek of her narrow waistline.
Where her top ended and her jeans began, a slim band of her midriff was exposed.
Her belly was smooth and inviting, with the softest curve as she shifted slightly.
Ravi’s gaze fell, just for a moment, at the gentle rise and fall of her chest,
The outline of her breasts pressing naturally beneath the fabric.
The fabric stretched slightly near the seams, drawing his attention and then making him quickly blink it away.
“What?” she whispered, catching his glance.
Ravi opened his mouth. No words came.
Sirisha smiled, wicked and innocent all at once.
“You look like you're about to write poetry again.”
“Maybe I am,” he murmured.
“Don’t forget the part where the girl’s heart beats faster,”
she said, placing her hand gently over her chest. “Right here.”
Ravi turned a bit on his side, facing her now, the space between them shrinking even more.
.
.