14-08-2025, 01:53 AM
The touch was feather-light
Almost accidental, but it sent a shiver through both of them.
“Of you,” he admitted. His voice was low, rough around the edges.
“The way… the way you’re sitting. The way this kurti fits you. The way you look so… alive.”
Her lips parted slightly. “Alive, huh?” She let her fingers playfully brush the back of his hand.
“You make me feel alive too, you know.”
Ravi swallowed, the warmth of her words echoing through him.
“I think… I’ve wanted this for a long time. To be this close. To… feel this.”
She tilted her head, studying him. “And what exactly is ‘this,’ Bhayya?”
He smiled faintly, eyes tracing the gentle curve of her waist beneath the thin fabric.
“The closeness. The warmth. The… honesty of it. You’re bare beneath that kurti, and it doesn’t feel like you’re daring me. It feels… natural. Right.”
A soft laugh escaped her, more intimate than teasing. “Bare, huh? You really notice everything.”
“I can’t help it,” he said quietly,
Letting his fingers graze the hem of the kurti near her thigh.
He didn’t move it or lift it, just followed the curve of her leg,
Enjoying the softness of the fabric over her bare skin.
“I just… want to remember it. Every detail.”
Her breath caught, a flush rising to her cheeks. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And yet,” he murmured, leaning just slightly closer, “you let me.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I guess… I trust you.”
Ravi’s hand moved a little higher along the side of her waist,
Brushing lightly, as if testing boundaries.
She didn’t pull away.
Instead, she let her hand rest over his on the couch, pressing down lightly.
“You feel that, Bhayya?” she whispered,
Leaning in so close their shoulders touched. “The way I’m… here. With you.”
“I feel it,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl now. “Every inch of you. Every curve. Even through the kurti.”
Sirisha’s chest rose and fell faster, her pulse quickening. “And… do you like what you feel?”
Ravi’s lips curved into a slow, quiet smile. “More than I can say.”
She leaned just a little closer, her knee brushing against his.
“Good. Because I think… I like feeling this too. The way you’re looking at me. The way your hand… lingers.”
He let his hand stay where it was, close but not pressing.
“I want to memorize it,” he murmured. “This feeling. You. Right here.”
A beat of silence. Then Sirisha’s soft, teasing whisper:
“Bhayya… maybe I should move away. Make you work harder for it.”
Ravi chuckled softly, shaking his head. “And miss this moment? Not a chance.”
She smiled, leaning back slightly, letting the kurti shift again,
The thin fabric clinging to her body in all the right places.
“You’re such a gentleman… and yet you’re enjoying every second of it.”
“I’m… captivated,” he admitted, voice barely audible.
“By you. By this. By everything that you are right now.”
Her fingers brushed his hand again, a subtle, playful touch.
“Then I guess I better make the most of it,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.
They sat there, closer than before, letting the silence, the touches,
And the warmth of bare skin beneath soft fabric speak for them,
The tension between them thick, intimate, unbroken, and deliciously unresolved.
Almost accidental, but it sent a shiver through both of them.
“Of you,” he admitted. His voice was low, rough around the edges.
“The way… the way you’re sitting. The way this kurti fits you. The way you look so… alive.”
Her lips parted slightly. “Alive, huh?” She let her fingers playfully brush the back of his hand.
“You make me feel alive too, you know.”
Ravi swallowed, the warmth of her words echoing through him.
“I think… I’ve wanted this for a long time. To be this close. To… feel this.”
She tilted her head, studying him. “And what exactly is ‘this,’ Bhayya?”
He smiled faintly, eyes tracing the gentle curve of her waist beneath the thin fabric.
“The closeness. The warmth. The… honesty of it. You’re bare beneath that kurti, and it doesn’t feel like you’re daring me. It feels… natural. Right.”
A soft laugh escaped her, more intimate than teasing. “Bare, huh? You really notice everything.”
“I can’t help it,” he said quietly,
Letting his fingers graze the hem of the kurti near her thigh.
He didn’t move it or lift it, just followed the curve of her leg,
Enjoying the softness of the fabric over her bare skin.
“I just… want to remember it. Every detail.”
Her breath caught, a flush rising to her cheeks. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And yet,” he murmured, leaning just slightly closer, “you let me.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I guess… I trust you.”
Ravi’s hand moved a little higher along the side of her waist,
Brushing lightly, as if testing boundaries.
She didn’t pull away.
Instead, she let her hand rest over his on the couch, pressing down lightly.
“You feel that, Bhayya?” she whispered,
Leaning in so close their shoulders touched. “The way I’m… here. With you.”
“I feel it,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl now. “Every inch of you. Every curve. Even through the kurti.”
Sirisha’s chest rose and fell faster, her pulse quickening. “And… do you like what you feel?”
Ravi’s lips curved into a slow, quiet smile. “More than I can say.”
She leaned just a little closer, her knee brushing against his.
“Good. Because I think… I like feeling this too. The way you’re looking at me. The way your hand… lingers.”
He let his hand stay where it was, close but not pressing.
“I want to memorize it,” he murmured. “This feeling. You. Right here.”
A beat of silence. Then Sirisha’s soft, teasing whisper:
“Bhayya… maybe I should move away. Make you work harder for it.”
Ravi chuckled softly, shaking his head. “And miss this moment? Not a chance.”
She smiled, leaning back slightly, letting the kurti shift again,
The thin fabric clinging to her body in all the right places.
“You’re such a gentleman… and yet you’re enjoying every second of it.”
“I’m… captivated,” he admitted, voice barely audible.
“By you. By this. By everything that you are right now.”
Her fingers brushed his hand again, a subtle, playful touch.
“Then I guess I better make the most of it,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.
They sat there, closer than before, letting the silence, the touches,
And the warmth of bare skin beneath soft fabric speak for them,
The tension between them thick, intimate, unbroken, and deliciously unresolved.
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