13-08-2025, 09:32 AM
“That’s what I thought,” she said with a mischievous smile,
Stepping back toward him, still holding the kurti in her hands.
Ravi’s breath hitched as she lingered,
So close, so deliberate in the way she moved.
He knew she could sense the shift,
The intensity thickening in the air between them, but she didn’t seem to care.
Instead, she stepped back once again,
Her playful smirk still plastered across her lips.
“I’ll change. You can wait here and mourn the loss of your shirt.”
And just like that, she was gone,
Vanishing into the bathroom with a soft laugh,
The door closing behind her with a quiet click.
Ravi exhaled slowly.
Feeling the air around him thicken as the echo of her laughter bounced through the empty space.
He leaned back slightly on the couch,
His heart thudding a little too loudly in his chest.
He hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted her to stay,
How much he’d missed that playful tension between them.
But now, now it felt like everything was poised on the edge of something else.
Something dangerous.
She had turned the tables on him once again, playful, provocative,
innocent on the surface, but electric underneath.
She was a perfect storm, swirling around him with every word,
Every movement, and Ravi knew he wasn’t just a spectator.
Not anymore.
The quiet stretched on, and he waited.
Stepping back toward him, still holding the kurti in her hands.
Ravi’s breath hitched as she lingered,
So close, so deliberate in the way she moved.
He knew she could sense the shift,
The intensity thickening in the air between them, but she didn’t seem to care.
Instead, she stepped back once again,
Her playful smirk still plastered across her lips.
“I’ll change. You can wait here and mourn the loss of your shirt.”
And just like that, she was gone,
Vanishing into the bathroom with a soft laugh,
The door closing behind her with a quiet click.
Ravi exhaled slowly.
Feeling the air around him thicken as the echo of her laughter bounced through the empty space.
He leaned back slightly on the couch,
His heart thudding a little too loudly in his chest.
He hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted her to stay,
How much he’d missed that playful tension between them.
But now, now it felt like everything was poised on the edge of something else.
Something dangerous.
She had turned the tables on him once again, playful, provocative,
innocent on the surface, but electric underneath.
She was a perfect storm, swirling around him with every word,
Every movement, and Ravi knew he wasn’t just a spectator.
Not anymore.
The quiet stretched on, and he waited.
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