07-11-2025, 02:13 AM
Lunch Out After the Renovation Site
The afternoon sun bathed their faces in warmth as they stepped away from the renovation site. The air, thick with the lingering scent of dust and fresh paint, hung still, as if the world had paused in that moment.
Priya Didi walked ahead, her every step measured and purposeful. The soft sway of her saree as it brushed against the pavement was a quiet echo in the stillness of the afternoon, the sunlight catching the fabric in such a way that she appeared almost ethereal.
Ravi followed just behind her, each step weighed down with the burden of his guilt, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her.
Her posture was so composed, but there was a subtle tightness in her shoulders that betrayed the tension she was carrying. She didn’t need to speak for him to feel the distance between them. Still, his heart raced at the sight of her.
There was an undeniable pull to her, her graceful movements, the quiet confidence in the way she carried herself. But it wasn’t just her beauty; it was the way she made everything around her seem more vivid, more alive. Ravi's gaze lingered, not just admiring the smooth curve of her neck, the fall of her hair, but the quiet power she radiated.
She was angry with him. He could see it in the sharpness of her steps, the way she refused to glance back at him. But there was something else, a deeper, softer undercurrent he couldn’t quite grasp. It tugged at him with every passing moment.
She turned her head slightly, her big eyes catching his gaze for just an instant, before quickly darting away. It was enough for Ravi's pulse to spike, a rush of emotions swirling inside him. He had no right to ask for forgiveness, but being near her, even with the distance she had put between them, still made his chest ache.
“Didi,” he said softly, testing the waters. “How about lunch? There’s that café near here… I remember you used to like it.”
Priya Didi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she kept walking, her lips pressed into a thin line, the subtle tension in her jaw speaking volumes.
Ravi could feel the unspoken words hanging between them.
Priya Didi didn’t have to tell him she was angry, her actions said everything.
The afternoon sun bathed their faces in warmth as they stepped away from the renovation site. The air, thick with the lingering scent of dust and fresh paint, hung still, as if the world had paused in that moment.
Priya Didi walked ahead, her every step measured and purposeful. The soft sway of her saree as it brushed against the pavement was a quiet echo in the stillness of the afternoon, the sunlight catching the fabric in such a way that she appeared almost ethereal.
Ravi followed just behind her, each step weighed down with the burden of his guilt, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her.
Her posture was so composed, but there was a subtle tightness in her shoulders that betrayed the tension she was carrying. She didn’t need to speak for him to feel the distance between them. Still, his heart raced at the sight of her.
There was an undeniable pull to her, her graceful movements, the quiet confidence in the way she carried herself. But it wasn’t just her beauty; it was the way she made everything around her seem more vivid, more alive. Ravi's gaze lingered, not just admiring the smooth curve of her neck, the fall of her hair, but the quiet power she radiated.
She was angry with him. He could see it in the sharpness of her steps, the way she refused to glance back at him. But there was something else, a deeper, softer undercurrent he couldn’t quite grasp. It tugged at him with every passing moment.
She turned her head slightly, her big eyes catching his gaze for just an instant, before quickly darting away. It was enough for Ravi's pulse to spike, a rush of emotions swirling inside him. He had no right to ask for forgiveness, but being near her, even with the distance she had put between them, still made his chest ache.
“Didi,” he said softly, testing the waters. “How about lunch? There’s that café near here… I remember you used to like it.”
Priya Didi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she kept walking, her lips pressed into a thin line, the subtle tension in her jaw speaking volumes.
Ravi could feel the unspoken words hanging between them.
Priya Didi didn’t have to tell him she was angry, her actions said everything.
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