20-09-2025, 06:17 PM
As she extended the cup, her fingers brushed his, deliberate and slow, lingering just a beat too long. His skin was warm, rough at the edges, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers, sharp, glinting, unreadable. She pulled back, a shiver snaking down her spine, and turned away.
She understood what he meant, but tugged the saree lower, a calculated tease, her navel winking at him now, and kept wiping the shelves, her shame filling her, her movements slow, deliberate.
Ishaan's gaze darkened, his fingers tapping the cup. "Takes real skill to keep everything... in place," he added, his tone lazy but pointed, and she felt the heat crawl up her neck, her resolve wavering under his stare.
The cupboard loomed across the room, an excuse she'd seized. "Need to tidy this up," she muttered, loud enough for Abhi to hear, positioning herself behind him, facing Ishaan.
She reached up, arms stretching high, the light fabric of her saree pulling taut against her body. Her blouse strained, the faint outline of her nipples pressing through, her chubby waist spilling softly over the edge of her petticoat.
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She felt Ishaan's gaze before she saw it, his eyes locked on her. Her breath caught, but she didn't falter, raising her arms higher. Ishaan leaned back, sipping his chai, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Abhi, your mom's got this place looking spotless, almost too good, huh?" he said, his voice casual, but his eyes never left her, the words dripping with a taunt meant only for her. Abhi nodded absently, engrossed in his phone, oblivious to the game unfolding.
She understood what he meant, but tugged the saree lower, a calculated tease, her navel winking at him now, and kept wiping the shelves, her shame filling her, her movements slow, deliberate.
Ishaan's gaze darkened, his fingers tapping the cup. "Takes real skill to keep everything... in place," he added, his tone lazy but pointed, and she felt the heat crawl up her neck, her resolve wavering under his stare.
The chai drained, he set the cup down and stood, stretching with a yawn that felt too performative.
She kept her eyes on the cupboard, pretending not to notice as he ambled toward her, his steps unhurried, fearless.