20-09-2025, 02:10 PM
At one end of the spacious room, beside a wall, there was also an attached bathroom, luxurious, with glass doors gleaming faintly in the dim light. His hands trembled as he crept to the vanity, fingers brushing the cool wood, steadying himself as he spotted the key.
In the kitchen, Ishaan leaned against the counter, watching Madhuri's nervous movements. "You've got this glow today, aunty, like you're hiding something special. Makes a guy wonder what's under all that calm." His words dripped with suggestion, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck as she blushed, dropping a spoon.
Abhi's breath hitched as he took the spare key, its chain glinting in the dim light. He fumbled with the fake key Ishaan gave, exchanging the tags and swapping them with clumsy precision, his fingers grazed a silk scarf on the vanity, soft and intimate, and his stomach twisted with guilt and something darker. He slid the real key into his pocket, the weight of it burning against his thigh.
Back downstairs, Ishaan chuckled softly, picking up the spoon Madhuri dropped and handing it to her, his fingers brushing hers. "Careful now, aunty, those hands are too pretty to be so shaky." His smile was disarmingly warm, but his eyes held a glint of control, watching her squirm.
Madhuri stammered, "T-thanks, Ishaan... I'm fine, really," her voice a fragile thread, her cheeks flaming as she turned back to the snacks, her heart racing from his closeness. The shame from the video call pulsed beneath her skin, warring with a flicker of flattered heat she couldn't douse.
Abhi shuffled back into the living room, the key swapped, his face pale but his pulse thundering. Ishaan caught his eye, flashing a quick, triumphant grin before turning to Madhuri one last time. "You're too good to us, aunty, feeding us, looking out for us. Makes me wanna stick around longer, keep you company." His tone was playful, but the edge in it lingered, a tease that landed like a spark on dry grass.
Madhuri forced a laugh, "Oh, you are... always welcome," but her voice cracked, her hands clutching the tray as Ishaan sauntered back to the sofa, Abhi already there sitting calmly, the air between them thick with unspoken plans.
In the kitchen, Ishaan leaned against the counter, watching Madhuri's nervous movements. "You've got this glow today, aunty, like you're hiding something special. Makes a guy wonder what's under all that calm." His words dripped with suggestion, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck as she blushed, dropping a spoon.
Abhi's breath hitched as he took the spare key, its chain glinting in the dim light. He fumbled with the fake key Ishaan gave, exchanging the tags and swapping them with clumsy precision, his fingers grazed a silk scarf on the vanity, soft and intimate, and his stomach twisted with guilt and something darker. He slid the real key into his pocket, the weight of it burning against his thigh.
Back downstairs, Ishaan chuckled softly, picking up the spoon Madhuri dropped and handing it to her, his fingers brushing hers. "Careful now, aunty, those hands are too pretty to be so shaky." His smile was disarmingly warm, but his eyes held a glint of control, watching her squirm.
Madhuri stammered, "T-thanks, Ishaan... I'm fine, really," her voice a fragile thread, her cheeks flaming as she turned back to the snacks, her heart racing from his closeness. The shame from the video call pulsed beneath her skin, warring with a flicker of flattered heat she couldn't douse.
Abhi shuffled back into the living room, the key swapped, his face pale but his pulse thundering. Ishaan caught his eye, flashing a quick, triumphant grin before turning to Madhuri one last time. "You're too good to us, aunty, feeding us, looking out for us. Makes me wanna stick around longer, keep you company." His tone was playful, but the edge in it lingered, a tease that landed like a spark on dry grass.
Madhuri forced a laugh, "Oh, you are... always welcome," but her voice cracked, her hands clutching the tray as Ishaan sauntered back to the sofa, Abhi already there sitting calmly, the air between them thick with unspoken plans.