11-08-2025, 04:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2025, 05:04 PM by shailu4ever. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Smooth, untouched, softly glowing in the evening light, it was a sight he wasn’t prepared for.
He had always known she was attractive, even charming. But this?
This was different.
He swallowed.
There was something audaciously beautiful about that bold display of skin, not vulgar,
Not deliberate, but youthful, natural, and strikingly sensual.
His eyes lingered for half a second too long, then he turned away, trying to exhale quietly.
His chest felt warm.
As soon as she heard him walk in, she looked up and grinned.
“Look at you, all showered and shiny. You smell like something expensive,” she teased,
Narrowing her eyes dramatically. “Not bad, bhayya.”
He laughed, running a hand through his hair, “You're talking like I’m an exhibition piece.”
She stood, stretching with a little exaggerated yawn.
Her arms lifted, making her crop top rise just a little more, a teasing flash of her toned midriff.
“I’m starving, bhayya. That tea from the college canteen was a disaster,” she whined.
Ravi smiled, “There’s juice in the fridge. You want?”
“I’m already on it,” she declared and skipped into the kitchen, her silver anklets chiming gently.
A moment later, she returned, holding the large juice bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.
She placed the glasses on the coffee table and began pouring the juice.
“You know what I love?” she said casually.
He had always known she was attractive, even charming. But this?
This was different.
He swallowed.
There was something audaciously beautiful about that bold display of skin, not vulgar,
Not deliberate, but youthful, natural, and strikingly sensual.
His eyes lingered for half a second too long, then he turned away, trying to exhale quietly.
His chest felt warm.
As soon as she heard him walk in, she looked up and grinned.
“Look at you, all showered and shiny. You smell like something expensive,” she teased,
Narrowing her eyes dramatically. “Not bad, bhayya.”
He laughed, running a hand through his hair, “You're talking like I’m an exhibition piece.”
She stood, stretching with a little exaggerated yawn.
Her arms lifted, making her crop top rise just a little more, a teasing flash of her toned midriff.
“I’m starving, bhayya. That tea from the college canteen was a disaster,” she whined.
Ravi smiled, “There’s juice in the fridge. You want?”
“I’m already on it,” she declared and skipped into the kitchen, her silver anklets chiming gently.
A moment later, she returned, holding the large juice bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.
She placed the glasses on the coffee table and began pouring the juice.
“You know what I love?” she said casually.