11-08-2025, 11:17 AM
Priya Didi:
"Busy day?"
A faint smile formed on his lips before he even unlocked the screen.
Ravi:
"Trying to look busy. Doesn’t seem to be working on you."
A pause. Three blinking dots appeared.
Priya:
"I can tell when your mind is elsewhere."
He leaned back in his chair, tapping the phone slowly.
Ravi:
"And where do you think my mind is?"
Priya:
"You want the polite answer or the real one?"
Ravi chuckled under his breath.
Ravi:
"The real one, of course."
Her reply came after a moment, as though she had considered each word carefully.
Priya:
"On things you won’t say out loud."
He stared at that line longer than he meant to.
She had a way of saying the most disarming things in the calmest tone.
Ravi:
"You’re assuming I keep secrets from you, Didi."
Priya:
"You do. Everyone does. But I don’t mind — some things are sweeter when left unspoken."
He sat there, the noise of the office fading into the background.
Her words were always like that, not quite a confession, not quite a tease,
But enough to make him feel like they were standing in the same room instead of separated by the city.
Ravi:
"What are you doing right now?"
Priya:
"Making tea. And thinking about you walking in, without warning, just to share it."
For a moment, he could almost see it, the dim light of her living room,
The quiet clink of her teacup, and the calm way she would glance at him before continuing whatever she was doing.
Ravi:
"Careful, Didi. I might take that as an invitation."
Priya:
"If you were coming, you wouldn’t need one."
The three dots blinked again, then disappeared.
She had left the thought hanging, deliberately, he knew.
"Busy day?"
A faint smile formed on his lips before he even unlocked the screen.
Ravi:
"Trying to look busy. Doesn’t seem to be working on you."
A pause. Three blinking dots appeared.
Priya:
"I can tell when your mind is elsewhere."
He leaned back in his chair, tapping the phone slowly.
Ravi:
"And where do you think my mind is?"
Priya:
"You want the polite answer or the real one?"
Ravi chuckled under his breath.
Ravi:
"The real one, of course."
Her reply came after a moment, as though she had considered each word carefully.
Priya:
"On things you won’t say out loud."
He stared at that line longer than he meant to.
She had a way of saying the most disarming things in the calmest tone.
Ravi:
"You’re assuming I keep secrets from you, Didi."
Priya:
"You do. Everyone does. But I don’t mind — some things are sweeter when left unspoken."
He sat there, the noise of the office fading into the background.
Her words were always like that, not quite a confession, not quite a tease,
But enough to make him feel like they were standing in the same room instead of separated by the city.
Ravi:
"What are you doing right now?"
Priya:
"Making tea. And thinking about you walking in, without warning, just to share it."
For a moment, he could almost see it, the dim light of her living room,
The quiet clink of her teacup, and the calm way she would glance at him before continuing whatever she was doing.
Ravi:
"Careful, Didi. I might take that as an invitation."
Priya:
"If you were coming, you wouldn’t need one."
The three dots blinked again, then disappeared.
She had left the thought hanging, deliberately, he knew.
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