13-08-2025, 06:10 PM
He lifted an eyebrow. “Me?”
“Yes.” She shifted slightly, and the thin cotton of the kurti clung closer to her chest for a second.
“You make girls feel seen… and safe. That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
Her eyes glinted again, a spark of her usual playfulness returning.
“Because when we feel safe, we get bold. And when we get bold… we get stupid.”
She leaned forward a fraction, her voice dipping lower. “Want me to prove it?”
He studied her, wary and curious all at once. “Should I be worried?”
Sirisha’s lips curved into something between a smile and a dare.
“I could kiss you right now, and I know you’d still be nice to me after.”
The words hung in the air, heavy, electric.
Ravi didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at her.
Looked at the damp strands of hair curling near her collarbone,
The way the kurti molded to her without anything beneath, the faint outline of her breath against the fabric.
She was beautiful, unapologetic, alive in a way that made him feel both young and ancient at the same time.
But he didn’t close the gap.
Sirisha noticed.
Her smile softened, pride flickering in her gaze.
“You’re not like the boys I know,” she murmured.
“You make it hard for a girl to stay in her limits. But you never cross yours.”
He held her gaze. “Maybe I’m just… afraid of what happens if I do.”
Her head tilted slightly at that, and for a moment, she seemed to consider pressing him.
But instead, she stood slowly, adjusting the hem of the kurti.
The movement pulled the cloth tight against her again, and his eyes followed despite himself.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” she said lightly. “Before I say anything even dumber.”
As she turned toward the hallway,
The damp spots on the kurti caught the light, small, irregular patches where the fabric clung even closer to her bare skin.
Ravi stayed seated, his eyes following her until she was gone.
Only then did he let out a slow breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
His chest was tight… but his heart was full.
“Yes.” She shifted slightly, and the thin cotton of the kurti clung closer to her chest for a second.
“You make girls feel seen… and safe. That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
Her eyes glinted again, a spark of her usual playfulness returning.
“Because when we feel safe, we get bold. And when we get bold… we get stupid.”
She leaned forward a fraction, her voice dipping lower. “Want me to prove it?”
He studied her, wary and curious all at once. “Should I be worried?”
Sirisha’s lips curved into something between a smile and a dare.
“I could kiss you right now, and I know you’d still be nice to me after.”
The words hung in the air, heavy, electric.
Ravi didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just looked at her.
Looked at the damp strands of hair curling near her collarbone,
The way the kurti molded to her without anything beneath, the faint outline of her breath against the fabric.
She was beautiful, unapologetic, alive in a way that made him feel both young and ancient at the same time.
But he didn’t close the gap.
Sirisha noticed.
Her smile softened, pride flickering in her gaze.
“You’re not like the boys I know,” she murmured.
“You make it hard for a girl to stay in her limits. But you never cross yours.”
He held her gaze. “Maybe I’m just… afraid of what happens if I do.”
Her head tilted slightly at that, and for a moment, she seemed to consider pressing him.
But instead, she stood slowly, adjusting the hem of the kurti.
The movement pulled the cloth tight against her again, and his eyes followed despite himself.
“I’ll get us something to drink,” she said lightly. “Before I say anything even dumber.”
As she turned toward the hallway,
The damp spots on the kurti caught the light, small, irregular patches where the fabric clung even closer to her bare skin.
Ravi stayed seated, his eyes following her until she was gone.
Only then did he let out a slow breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
His chest was tight… but his heart was full.
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