06-08-2025, 03:23 PM
It had been something more complex.
More adult. More dangerous.
And then there was Sirisha, that teasing twist of her lips, the curve of her waist as she leaned forward,
Her boldness flickering between innocence and provocation.
The way she had stretched her arms back over her head like a cat, the way her crop top had risen,
Revealing the soft line of her stomach…
He had never seen her like that before.
So close. So playful.
So alive in her own space.
He walked to the small window, pushed it open, and let the cool breeze in.
It wasn’t guilt he was feeling. Not exactly.
It was… overwhelm.
Ravi had always been in control of himself, calm, observant, reserved.
But these past few days had pulled something deeper out of him.
A longing. A need.
And for the first time, he didn’t know if he wanted to resist it.
He flopped onto the couch, letting his head rest back.
The fan above creaked lazily.
Somewhere outside, a child laughed in the distance.
The quiet hum of 205 slowly seeped into his bones.
He needed this.
Just for a few minutes.
He closed his eyes.
And he smiled.
Not because he had answers.
But because he finally had questions worth asking.
More adult. More dangerous.
And then there was Sirisha, that teasing twist of her lips, the curve of her waist as she leaned forward,
Her boldness flickering between innocence and provocation.
The way she had stretched her arms back over her head like a cat, the way her crop top had risen,
Revealing the soft line of her stomach…
He had never seen her like that before.
So close. So playful.
So alive in her own space.
He walked to the small window, pushed it open, and let the cool breeze in.
It wasn’t guilt he was feeling. Not exactly.
It was… overwhelm.
Ravi had always been in control of himself, calm, observant, reserved.
But these past few days had pulled something deeper out of him.
A longing. A need.
And for the first time, he didn’t know if he wanted to resist it.
He flopped onto the couch, letting his head rest back.
The fan above creaked lazily.
Somewhere outside, a child laughed in the distance.
The quiet hum of 205 slowly seeped into his bones.
He needed this.
Just for a few minutes.
He closed his eyes.
And he smiled.
Not because he had answers.
But because he finally had questions worth asking.
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