11-08-2025, 06:39 PM
His eyes dipped just once, involuntarily,
Catching that one unforgettable second where the wet top molded against her body,
The pink fabric almost whispering every hidden line.
She followed his gaze, caught it, and quickly pulled the fabric away from her body, laughing again.
She caught the flicker of his gaze and bit her lip.
“Hey! Eyes up!” she teased, cheeks now a shade redder.
“Busted,” she said, narrowing her eyes and winking. “Didn’t expect that visual treat, huh?”
Ravi laughed awkwardly, his voice tight. “It wasn’t… I wasn’t looking.”
“Sure,” she said, holding the wet top away from her body, droplets running off her fingers.
“Uh huh,” she smiled wickedly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll allow it. Only because you my lovely Bhayya and you smell like sandalwood and sincerity.”
He turned away again.
But inside, his thoughts refused to settle.
The way the light caught the juice against her skin.
The way her body responded, shocked and shivering slightly.
The way that juice drops traced her center like it belonged there.
And the knowing smile on her lips that said she was aware.
Not ashamed. Not coy. Just playfully bold.
Ravi’s heart pounded.
And for the first time in days, he felt a current he couldn’t name, desire cloaked in surprise, tangled with admiration, laced with danger.
She started walking toward the hallway.
“Your bathroom’s mine again. I need to rinse this before it stains. Do you have any spare shirts? Because this top is out of commission.”
Ravi nodded toward his cupboard, “Middle drawer.”
“Got it. But just warning you…” she said, turning with a mischievous twinkle in her eye,
“If I find a floral shirt in there, I’m going to scream.”
He laughed as she vanished down the hallway.
And for a long moment, Ravi just stood there, heart quietly thudding,
Brain frozen in that one image, her stunned face, the soft splatter over her chest,
The cold juice tracing the lines of her bare stomach like a secret story only he was meant to see.
Catching that one unforgettable second where the wet top molded against her body,
The pink fabric almost whispering every hidden line.
She followed his gaze, caught it, and quickly pulled the fabric away from her body, laughing again.
She caught the flicker of his gaze and bit her lip.
“Hey! Eyes up!” she teased, cheeks now a shade redder.
“Busted,” she said, narrowing her eyes and winking. “Didn’t expect that visual treat, huh?”
Ravi laughed awkwardly, his voice tight. “It wasn’t… I wasn’t looking.”
“Sure,” she said, holding the wet top away from her body, droplets running off her fingers.
“Uh huh,” she smiled wickedly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll allow it. Only because you my lovely Bhayya and you smell like sandalwood and sincerity.”
He turned away again.
But inside, his thoughts refused to settle.
The way the light caught the juice against her skin.
The way her body responded, shocked and shivering slightly.
The way that juice drops traced her center like it belonged there.
And the knowing smile on her lips that said she was aware.
Not ashamed. Not coy. Just playfully bold.
Ravi’s heart pounded.
And for the first time in days, he felt a current he couldn’t name, desire cloaked in surprise, tangled with admiration, laced with danger.
She started walking toward the hallway.
“Your bathroom’s mine again. I need to rinse this before it stains. Do you have any spare shirts? Because this top is out of commission.”
Ravi nodded toward his cupboard, “Middle drawer.”
“Got it. But just warning you…” she said, turning with a mischievous twinkle in her eye,
“If I find a floral shirt in there, I’m going to scream.”
He laughed as she vanished down the hallway.
And for a long moment, Ravi just stood there, heart quietly thudding,
Brain frozen in that one image, her stunned face, the soft splatter over her chest,
The cold juice tracing the lines of her bare stomach like a secret story only he was meant to see.
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