12-08-2025, 01:10 PM
She broke the silence again
Her voice soft, almost hesitant.
"You know, I wasn’t sure how this would feel," she said, turning toward him.
"Wearing something that belongs to a guy. I thought it’d be awkward. But..." she trailed off, stepping a little closer.
Her eyes softened, and her voice dropped, almost shy. "It’s strangely intimate. Like it holds something of you."
The words hit Ravi like a blow to the chest.
This wasn’t teasing anymore.
She wasn’t just playing around.
This was real, and it felt like something was shifting between them, something undeniable.
Sirisha moved toward the living area, carefully placing her wet clothes on the drying stand.
She moved with a quiet grace,
But there was something different in the way she held herself now, something open, vulnerable.
Her eyes met his, testing the air between them.
"Do you have a towel?" she asked, her voice light,
But the lingering intimacy in it was impossible to ignore.
She rubbed her damp hair with one hand,
Her gaze flicking up to meet his over the edge of the towel.
"Yeah..." Ravi breathed, his voice thick. "Yeah, wait here."
He rushed to grab the towel from his room,
The heat of the moment settling deeper in his chest with each step.
When he returned, she was sitting on the couch,
Legs tucked up under her, the shirt still clinging to her damp skin.
Her voice soft, almost hesitant.
"You know, I wasn’t sure how this would feel," she said, turning toward him.
"Wearing something that belongs to a guy. I thought it’d be awkward. But..." she trailed off, stepping a little closer.
Her eyes softened, and her voice dropped, almost shy. "It’s strangely intimate. Like it holds something of you."
The words hit Ravi like a blow to the chest.
This wasn’t teasing anymore.
She wasn’t just playing around.
This was real, and it felt like something was shifting between them, something undeniable.
Sirisha moved toward the living area, carefully placing her wet clothes on the drying stand.
She moved with a quiet grace,
But there was something different in the way she held herself now, something open, vulnerable.
Her eyes met his, testing the air between them.
"Do you have a towel?" she asked, her voice light,
But the lingering intimacy in it was impossible to ignore.
She rubbed her damp hair with one hand,
Her gaze flicking up to meet his over the edge of the towel.
"Yeah..." Ravi breathed, his voice thick. "Yeah, wait here."
He rushed to grab the towel from his room,
The heat of the moment settling deeper in his chest with each step.
When he returned, she was sitting on the couch,
Legs tucked up under her, the shirt still clinging to her damp skin.
.