11-08-2025, 04:12 PM
The Unexpected
Ravi had just stepped out of the bathroom,
Feeling fresher and lighter after the long workday.
He ran a towel once through his damp hair and stepped into the living room.
But the moment he looked up
He stopped...
And there she was.
Sirisha had made herself quite at home, curling up on one end of the couch, legs tucked under her,
Scrolling through something on her phone.
She had slipped off her sandals and was lounging casually, her playful energy still alive in every movement.
Her crop top, pale pink and softly ribbed, was cut a touch shorter than usual today.
It hugged her frame like second skin,
Rising just enough to expose the lower curve of her ribcage and the silken flatness of her stomach.
But what caught him off guard wasn’t the top
It was the jeans.
Low-waist. Hugging her hips perfectly.
The waistband rested boldly below her navel,
Sitting on the curve of her pelvic bone like it had been stitched for her body alone.
A thin silver tag glinted where the denim folded just slightly inward at her waist.
That bare stretch of skin between the hem of her top and the dip of those jeans,
It was intoxicating.
Ravi had just stepped out of the bathroom,
Feeling fresher and lighter after the long workday.
He ran a towel once through his damp hair and stepped into the living room.
But the moment he looked up
He stopped...
And there she was.
Sirisha had made herself quite at home, curling up on one end of the couch, legs tucked under her,
Scrolling through something on her phone.
She had slipped off her sandals and was lounging casually, her playful energy still alive in every movement.
Her crop top, pale pink and softly ribbed, was cut a touch shorter than usual today.
It hugged her frame like second skin,
Rising just enough to expose the lower curve of her ribcage and the silken flatness of her stomach.
But what caught him off guard wasn’t the top
It was the jeans.
Low-waist. Hugging her hips perfectly.
The waistband rested boldly below her navel,
Sitting on the curve of her pelvic bone like it had been stitched for her body alone.
A thin silver tag glinted where the denim folded just slightly inward at her waist.
That bare stretch of skin between the hem of her top and the dip of those jeans,
It was intoxicating.
.