13-08-2025, 10:54 AM
He could only worship her from afar
His longing turning into something he could never express.
And now, here it was again. Here it is.
His eyes scanned Sirisha’s body beneath the kurti, his pulse quickening.
She twirled once, the soft fabric fluttering around her as her bare legs peeked out beneath the hem.
Ravi’s throat tightened as he watched her,
Every curve beneath the fabric bringing a fresh wave of that old yearning he had buried so long ago.
“Do you like it?” Sirisha’s voice sliced through the air, soft, teasing,
But Ravi barely heard her.
He didn’t even know what she was saying.
His eyes lingered on her, the weight of what he was seeing too heavy for him to process.
She had stepped into his life so effortlessly,
But now, in the fabric of Priya Didi’s dress,
She was an embodiment of everything he had been holding back for years.
It was as though the dress itself had the power to erase the distance between his dreams and reality.
His hand twitched, aching to reach out, to touch it, to touch her.
He took a slow step toward her.
His chest rose and fell, shallow breaths escaping him as if he couldn’t breathe properly.
He was no longer thinking.
He was only feeling.
His longing turning into something he could never express.
And now, here it was again. Here it is.
His eyes scanned Sirisha’s body beneath the kurti, his pulse quickening.
She twirled once, the soft fabric fluttering around her as her bare legs peeked out beneath the hem.
Ravi’s throat tightened as he watched her,
Every curve beneath the fabric bringing a fresh wave of that old yearning he had buried so long ago.
“Do you like it?” Sirisha’s voice sliced through the air, soft, teasing,
But Ravi barely heard her.
He didn’t even know what she was saying.
His eyes lingered on her, the weight of what he was seeing too heavy for him to process.
She had stepped into his life so effortlessly,
But now, in the fabric of Priya Didi’s dress,
She was an embodiment of everything he had been holding back for years.
It was as though the dress itself had the power to erase the distance between his dreams and reality.
His hand twitched, aching to reach out, to touch it, to touch her.
He took a slow step toward her.
His chest rose and fell, shallow breaths escaping him as if he couldn’t breathe properly.
He was no longer thinking.
He was only feeling.
.