05-08-2025, 10:32 PM
“What else should I add?” He asked, voice husky, low.
Sirisha’s fingers tapped the air in thought.
“Something about her breathing... becoming softer. Her lips... not knowing whether to smile or speak.”
He stared at her lips as she said that.
“And her eyes?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“They want to close,” she said. “But they don’t... because she wants to watch him... just a little longer.”
Their faces were now so close he could feel her breath when she exhaled.
The music played on, but they were no longer listening.
Her knee brushed against his.
His fingers twitched by his side.
But no one moved farther.
And no one dared move closer.
Sirisha turned her face just a little, so she lay back again
This time her arm resting between them.
A silent barrier.
A quiet permission.
“Bhayya…” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
“I like when you look at me like that.”
It didn’t need a reply.
The air was charged.
Ravi lay still, heart thudding, lips dry,
His eyes tracing the side of her body,
The light rise of her hip, the smoothness of her waist,
And the gentle line where her jeans hugged her curves.
The perfume lingered on her neck.
The warmth of her body radiated across the inches between them.
And for now, that was all there was.
A moment so breathlessly close,
It could only belong to memory.
Sirisha’s fingers tapped the air in thought.
“Something about her breathing... becoming softer. Her lips... not knowing whether to smile or speak.”
He stared at her lips as she said that.
“And her eyes?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“They want to close,” she said. “But they don’t... because she wants to watch him... just a little longer.”
Their faces were now so close he could feel her breath when she exhaled.
The music played on, but they were no longer listening.
Her knee brushed against his.
His fingers twitched by his side.
But no one moved farther.
And no one dared move closer.
Sirisha turned her face just a little, so she lay back again
This time her arm resting between them.
A silent barrier.
A quiet permission.
“Bhayya…” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
“I like when you look at me like that.”
It didn’t need a reply.
The air was charged.
Ravi lay still, heart thudding, lips dry,
His eyes tracing the side of her body,
The light rise of her hip, the smoothness of her waist,
And the gentle line where her jeans hugged her curves.
The perfume lingered on her neck.
The warmth of her body radiated across the inches between them.
And for now, that was all there was.
A moment so breathlessly close,
It could only belong to memory.
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