06-08-2025, 12:21 AM
Chapter 12: Whispers on the Wind
Meera leaned against the cold metal railing, looking out at the Mahabaleshwar valley view - green hills, mist on far-off peaks, a steep drop below. But the scenery didn't hold her attention. Her thoughts were completely filled with Arjun. Where had he gone? Did he join the others at the observatory? Was he thinking about their tense moments on the bench? The feel of his thigh pressing against hers? His low voice saying she was the only view that mattered? The memory sent fresh heat through her core, fighting the valley's cool air. The strong wind pulled at her soft grey tunic top, making the fabric ripple and press against her body, reflecting her own restless feelings.Footsteps crunched on the gravel path behind her. She didn't turn, but her breath caught, her body instantly alert. She knew it was him. The air changed when he was near.
Arjun: Alone with the view?
Meera turned slowly, her heart pounding hard. He stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his white shirt slightly messy, his eyes fixed on her with that intense look she knew. The wind blew strands of hair across her face.
Meera: Why are you here, Arjun? The observatory is up there.
She pointed uphill, trying to sound casual but her voice shook slightly.
He stepped closer, closing the gap between them.
Arjun: Saw you standing here alone. Thought you might want company.
His eyes held hers, a silent challenge.
Meera managed a shaky laugh, pushing windblown hair behind her ear.
Meera: Company? But I'm not in a saree today, Arjun. Just a plain top. Nothing special to see.
The teasing tone surprised her, hiding her racing pulse.
A slow, knowing smile appeared on Arjun's lips.
Arjun: Special isn't about the clothes, Meera. It's about who's wearing them. And this view -
his gaze moved slowly from her eyes down her body, lingering before returning to her face -
is always special.
Her face flushed hot, the redness spreading down her neck. Before she could reply, a powerful gust of wind rushed up from the valley. It hit them with sudden force. Meera gasped as the loose fabric of her tunic top flew violently upward, caught by the wind.
For several seconds, the top lifted high, fully exposing her smooth stomach. Her belly button was clearly visible above the waistband of her tight white leggings. The cool air rushed over her bare skin, making instant goosebumps rise all over her stomach. Time seemed to stop. Meera stood completely exposed to Arjun's gaze, her bare midriff on display. She saw his eyes widen, turning darker with intense focus. His look wasn't shocked - it was pure admiration, his hungry gaze tracing every line of her bare stomach, taking her breath away. The tension between them felt thick and electric during those long seconds.
Shame and raw excitement fought inside her. With a choked sound, Meera instinctively spun around, turning her back to him and the wind, desperately yanking the fluttering top down over her stomach, her fingers shaking badly. Her face burned hot. But the wind wasn't finished. As she turned, the same strong gust caught the back of her tunic, lifting it high. The soft grey fabric flew up, fully revealing her back and her tight white leggings that clung to her lower body like a second skin.
Meera stood frozen, facing the valley railing, her back completely exposed to Arjun. She couldn't see him, but she felt his stare like heat on her skin. She knew exactly what he saw. The white leggings left nothing hidden. The lavender lace panties she'd secretly chosen for him that morning were completely visible through the thin white fabric. The deep V-shape of the back design hugged the curve of her lower back, dipping low between her buttocks. Every detail showed clearly - the intricate lace patterns, the scalloped edges. The leggings stretched tight over the full, rounded shape of her buttocks. The lavender lace cupped each cheek perfectly, emphasizing the deep curve between them and the firm, womanly swell of her rear. The fabric clung so tightly it revealed the exact shape, the smooth skin, the taut curves of her backside.
Arjun didn't move. Didn't speak. Silence stretched, filled only by the howling wind and Meera's pounding heartbeat. She felt the heavy heat of his gaze moving slowly over every exposed part - her spine above the lace, how the lavender fabric disappeared between her buttocks, the perfect roundness of each cheek hugged by the white leggings and lace. It wasn't a quick look - it felt like a slow, deliberate study. The erotic tension was thick and heavy. Meera trembled violently, frozen by paralyzing shame mixed with deep, undeniable arousal that pooled low in her belly, spreading heat through her whole body. Her skin tingled everywhere. She felt completely exposed yet powerfully desired. The wind held her top up for what felt like forever, giving Arjun a clear, unobstructed view of the secret she'd worn for him.
Meera: Arjun... you're watching...
The words came out as a breathless whisper over the wind, filled with guilt and helpless excitement.
Her voice seemed to break the spell. With a surge of willpower, fighting the illicit thrill, Meera pulled away from the railing. She yanked her top down hard with trembling hands. She didn't look back. Couldn't. Stumbling on the gravel, she half-ran to a wooden bench near the playground where Aaryan played. She sank onto the bench, pressing shaky hands to her hot cheeks, then clutching them in her lap. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her legs weak. Her thighs pressed together tightly, trying to contain the throbbing warmth spreading from between them. She stared at the ground, seeing only the image burned in her mind - his face when he saw her stomach, and the terrifying, thrilling knowledge of what he'd seen of her backside. The lavender lace. The shape. Everything.
Arjun stayed by the railing a moment, visibly gathering himself, his arousal showing in his tight jaw and flushed neck. He ran a hand through his windblown hair, took a deep breath, then walked deliberately toward her bench.
Meera saw him approach from the corner of her eye. She kept her gaze down but her whole body tensed with awareness. He sat beside her, closer than before but not touching. The silence was heavy, charged with what had just happened.
He watched the playing children for a while, but Meera felt the tension radiating from him. Finally, he spoke, his voice rough and low.
Arjun: Thank you, Meera. Again... for coming.
She didn't look up, couldn't trust her voice. She gave a small, stiff nod.
Arjun: You look...
He paused, choosing words carefully.
Arjun: ...incredible here. The wind, the light... it suits you.
The simple praise carried the weight of everything unsaid, everything seen.
Meera: Thank you,
she whispered, still trembling. The shivering came from the cool wind on her hot skin, the shock of exposure, and the intense tension his presence created. Her mind raced. What exactly did he see? How much detail? The V-shape? The roundness? She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came.
Arjun shifted slightly. His knee pressed deliberately against hers. Warm, firm pressure. Meera flinched but didn't pull away. The contact sent another jolt through her. He let his thigh rest against hers, heat spreading through their clothes. Her breath caught. She tried to move away, but the narrow bench and the pull between them made it impossible. Her leg pressed back against his for a moment before she forced herself to ease away, only for it to happen again - touch, press, retreat. A torturous silent dance.
Arjun: It would have been...
he continued softly, still looking at the playground,
Arjun: ...a very long, very dull weekend without you here, Meera.
The meaning was clear: She was his only interest.
The directness terrified and excited her. Gathering courage from her shame, desire, and burning curiosity, she finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper, shaking violently.
Meera: Arjun... back there... near the railing...
She took a shaky breath.
Meera: ...when the wind lifted my top... what... what did you see?
Arjun turned to look at her fully. His dark, intense eyes held hers. No teasing now, just raw honesty and heat.
Arjun: First,
he began, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space between them,
Arjun: when you faced me... the wind opened your top.
His gaze dropped briefly to her covered stomach.
Arjun: Your stomach... completely smooth. Flat. And your navel... "…pyara sa… a perfect little dip. It was… unexpectedly beautiful.”
The word 'beautiful' felt intensely personal.
Arjun: The cold wind made goosebumps on your skin... it looked very beautiful.
Meera felt fresh heat flood her face and neck. He remembered every detail.
Arjun: Then,
he continued, his voice dropping lower, becoming huskier,
Arjun: when you turned your back to stop the wind...
He paused, his gaze drifting down for a second before locking back with hers, burning with intensity. He leaned infinitesimally closer, his thigh pressing firmly against hers again, sending another shockwave through her.
Arjun: Your backside... in those white leggings...I saw the leggings… tight. White. And beneath them…"
He met her eyes again, his own blazing.
Arjun: "…the lavender. The panty." The word 'panty', spoken so directly, so intimately by him, sent a violent tremor through Meera.
It named the secret garment she'd chosen for him. Her thighs clenched together under the bench, a helpless reaction to the wet heat his words stirred deep inside her. Arjun saw the tremor, the deepening flush. He leaned slightly closer, his voice almost a whisper.
Arjun: That Panty... it was V-shaped at the back, right? "V-shaped. At the back. It… hugged you. Perfectly."
He didn't need confirmation; he knew. He shifted, his knee pressing more insistently.
Arjun: It followed your curves perfectly. Every curve... every dip... it held them just right.
His gaze was hot, rebuilding the image in his mind, describing it to her.
Arjun: The lace... every detail... completely clear Delicate. And the cut…. The white leggings were so thin... the lavender so bright...
He paused, letting the image sink in.
Arjun: Your rear... firm... perfectly round... perfect shape. The leggings and underwear hugged it tightly together... completely sensual. It was… incredibly feminine, Meera. Beautifully… revealed."
Meera listened, completely transfixed, trembling so hard the bench shook. His words weren't crude - they were vividly detailed, painting a picture of her exposed body with erotic precision. Each word - curve, dip, lace, V-shape, firm, round, sensual - felt like a physical touch, feeding the fire in her belly, making the wetness between her thighs impossible to ignore. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. She felt exposed again, not by wind, but by his honest, admiring description. The forbidden image of herself - vulnerable, revealed, desired - mixed with his words, creating overwhelming arousal. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, could only sit there shaking, consumed by the intense storm he'd created with his voice and memory, the Mahabaleshwar wind blowing away her last defences.