11-08-2025, 12:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2025, 01:42 PM by shailu4ever. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Friday Evening – Back from Office, Trouble at the Door
The key turned.
The door opened.
Ravi stepped into 205, loosening his tie, exhaling a breath that tasted of the week’s exhaustion.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly tousled from the ride home,
And his face had that post-work sharpness, part fatigue, part focus still lingering in his eyes.
He barely dropped his bag onto the table when...
Ding-dong.
He frowned. Now who?
When he opened the door, she leaned against the frame with a smirk and a little tilt to her head,
Like a cat who’d already decided she was moving in.
Sirisha.
She was in a dusky pink sleeveless crop top, the fabric hugging her delicate frame,
Just short enough to tease the perfect curve of her waist.
The top, with its soft sheen under the dim light, complemented her light blue jeans,
Which sat low on her waist and outlined her toned figure.
The denim clung to her legs with effortless ease, the fabric a bit worn, but it gave her an effortlessly cool vibe.
She had slipped off her sandals, and the casual way she stood at the door made her look like she owned the space.
Her hair was swept up into a loose, soft bun, but a few rebellious strands framed her face,
One curling down to rest near her cheek, the other just grazing her shoulder.
The key turned.
The door opened.
Ravi stepped into 205, loosening his tie, exhaling a breath that tasted of the week’s exhaustion.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up, hair slightly tousled from the ride home,
And his face had that post-work sharpness, part fatigue, part focus still lingering in his eyes.
He barely dropped his bag onto the table when...
Ding-dong.
He frowned. Now who?
When he opened the door, she leaned against the frame with a smirk and a little tilt to her head,
Like a cat who’d already decided she was moving in.
Sirisha.
She was in a dusky pink sleeveless crop top, the fabric hugging her delicate frame,
Just short enough to tease the perfect curve of her waist.
The top, with its soft sheen under the dim light, complemented her light blue jeans,
Which sat low on her waist and outlined her toned figure.
The denim clung to her legs with effortless ease, the fabric a bit worn, but it gave her an effortlessly cool vibe.
She had slipped off her sandals, and the casual way she stood at the door made her look like she owned the space.
Her hair was swept up into a loose, soft bun, but a few rebellious strands framed her face,
One curling down to rest near her cheek, the other just grazing her shoulder.
.