01-09-2025, 09:35 AM
Ravi’s gaze lingered on Sirisha for a heartbeat longer than he should have,
Drinking in the curves of her body, the subtle sway of her hips, the way her hair fell in a cascade over her shoulders.
The afterglow of their intimacy still clung to the room, thick and almost tangible, wrapping around them like a heated, unspoken promise.
Every movement she made, even as she reached for her clothes, drew him deeper into the charged air between them.
With a reluctant sigh, he stepped away from the couch, picking up his phone.
His voice attempted casualness, but the lingering warmth of her skin against his, the pulse still racing in his veins, made every word tremble slightly.
Ravi: “Hey, Priya Didi. How’s everything?”
He moved toward the window, the soft light casting long shadows across his face.
Every glance he stole back at Sirisha, now slowly pulling on her top, made his heart stutter.
The room seemed to shrink, the distance between them electric, charged with heat and unspoken desire.
Priya’s voice came through, pleasant on the surface but edged with a sharpness that made his stomach twist.
Priya: “I’m fine… just missing you. Checking in, as always. How about you? What are you up to?”
Ravi shifted uneasily, trying to maintain a calm tone, though the tension coiling in his chest made each word feel heavy.
Ravi: “I miss you more than you think, Didi. I’m good… but always thinking about you.”
His eyes couldn’t resist drifting back to Sirisha.
She moved with a casual grace, tugging on her top, completely unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the line.
The contrast between her ease and the sharp, electric tension in the phone call sent a shiver through him.
Priya (after a brief pause, voice tinged with suspicion): “Is someone there with you?”
Ravi froze, his heart skipping a beat.
Every instinct screamed caution, he don't know what to say.
Can he tell Sirisha is here? Well, Priya Didi knew, that Sirisha has been coming for her Project help.
Yet he could not decide.
Ravi: “Yeah… Sirisha is here.”
The words came out of his mouth while he was still thinking.
Drinking in the curves of her body, the subtle sway of her hips, the way her hair fell in a cascade over her shoulders.
The afterglow of their intimacy still clung to the room, thick and almost tangible, wrapping around them like a heated, unspoken promise.
Every movement she made, even as she reached for her clothes, drew him deeper into the charged air between them.
With a reluctant sigh, he stepped away from the couch, picking up his phone.
His voice attempted casualness, but the lingering warmth of her skin against his, the pulse still racing in his veins, made every word tremble slightly.
Ravi: “Hey, Priya Didi. How’s everything?”
He moved toward the window, the soft light casting long shadows across his face.
Every glance he stole back at Sirisha, now slowly pulling on her top, made his heart stutter.
The room seemed to shrink, the distance between them electric, charged with heat and unspoken desire.
Priya’s voice came through, pleasant on the surface but edged with a sharpness that made his stomach twist.
Priya: “I’m fine… just missing you. Checking in, as always. How about you? What are you up to?”
Ravi shifted uneasily, trying to maintain a calm tone, though the tension coiling in his chest made each word feel heavy.
Ravi: “I miss you more than you think, Didi. I’m good… but always thinking about you.”
His eyes couldn’t resist drifting back to Sirisha.
She moved with a casual grace, tugging on her top, completely unaware of the storm brewing on the other end of the line.
The contrast between her ease and the sharp, electric tension in the phone call sent a shiver through him.
Priya (after a brief pause, voice tinged with suspicion): “Is someone there with you?”
Ravi froze, his heart skipping a beat.
Every instinct screamed caution, he don't know what to say.
Can he tell Sirisha is here? Well, Priya Didi knew, that Sirisha has been coming for her Project help.
Yet he could not decide.
Ravi: “Yeah… Sirisha is here.”
The words came out of his mouth while he was still thinking.
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