14-08-2025, 11:32 AM
Scene: Late Night Messaging – Friday
Ravi had just placed his phone down after the call with Amit when the screen lit up again.
"Sirisha"
A soft smile crept to his lips as he swiped the screen. Sirisha.
Sirisha:
Bhayyaaaa… you didn’t even message after I left, I waited so much, you know.
Ravi chuckled softly, the tension in his chest easing just a little.
He sat up, leaning against the bedframe, feeling a familiar pull in his chest that had become harder to ignore lately.
He typed back with a lazy grin.
Ravi:
Aiyo, sorry, Amit called. His dad’s condition is still serious. He asked for help with something tomorrow.
He hit send and leaned back, his phone resting on his chest, waiting for her response.
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Sirisha:
Oh no… I’m so sorry. Hope uncle gets better soon. That must be heavy , You okay?
Ravi’s fingers hovered over the screen for a moment.
His mind flickered back to the earlier moments with Sirisha, the hug, the closeness.
She was always like this: so real, so easy to talk to.
He typed back slowly, feeling something more than just friendship stirring.
Ravi:
Yeah… just one of those nights. Your hug earlier helped more than I realized.
He paused after sending the message.
It felt vulnerable, honest in a way he didn’t often allow himself to be.
Ravi had just placed his phone down after the call with Amit when the screen lit up again.
"Sirisha"
A soft smile crept to his lips as he swiped the screen. Sirisha.
Sirisha:
Bhayyaaaa… you didn’t even message after I left, I waited so much, you know.
Ravi chuckled softly, the tension in his chest easing just a little.
He sat up, leaning against the bedframe, feeling a familiar pull in his chest that had become harder to ignore lately.
He typed back with a lazy grin.
Ravi:
Aiyo, sorry, Amit called. His dad’s condition is still serious. He asked for help with something tomorrow.
He hit send and leaned back, his phone resting on his chest, waiting for her response.
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Sirisha:
Oh no… I’m so sorry. Hope uncle gets better soon. That must be heavy , You okay?
Ravi’s fingers hovered over the screen for a moment.
His mind flickered back to the earlier moments with Sirisha, the hug, the closeness.
She was always like this: so real, so easy to talk to.
He typed back slowly, feeling something more than just friendship stirring.
Ravi:
Yeah… just one of those nights. Your hug earlier helped more than I realized.
He paused after sending the message.
It felt vulnerable, honest in a way he didn’t often allow himself to be.
.