07-11-2025, 11:18 PM
Scene: The Auto Ride Back to Flat 205
The sun had begun its slow descent, casting an orange hue over the streets of Mumbai. The day was coming to an end, but the air still held the remnants of midday heat. The small café had offered a brief reprieve, but the distance between Ravi and Priya Didi hadn’t quite dissolved.
They still had their barriers, their unsaid words, and the remnants of betrayal and confusion floating between them like a fog neither could yet escape.
As they stepped outside, the busy city noise surged back into their senses. People huddled together in small groups, the honking of cars, the chatter of street vendors, and the constant hum of life around them. An auto rickshaw stood parked on the corner, a narrow space available for the two of them to squeeze in.
Priya Didi hesitated, glancing at the small vehicle, her brow furrowing for just a moment. She glanced at Ravi, her eyes momentarily betraying a soft flicker of unease.
“Shall we?” Ravi asked, his voice as light as he could make it, trying to keep things easy, even though his chest felt tight with anticipation.
She looked at him but said nothing as she moved toward the auto. The silence between them seemed heavier now, weighted with the emotional currents of their lunch. There was no anger, not at this moment, but a quiet undercurrent of something else, something softer, yet unsettling.
The auto rickshaw was small, barely enough space for the two of them to fit comfortably. The driver adjusted his rearview mirror, offering a distracted “Where to, sir?” as he pulled away from the curb.
Priya Didi sat first, and Ravi followed, easing in beside her. Their legs brushed as he settled into the seat, and for a moment, neither of them moved to adjust. Ravi’s heartbeat quickened at the unexpected proximity, the warmth of her skin so close to his. The tightness of the space made it impossible for them to sit apart, there was no escaping the closeness now.
The auto jerked forward, and they both shifted slightly, her shoulder grazing his arm. Priya Didi didn’t move away; in fact, for a fleeting moment, Ravi could have sworn she leaned just a fraction toward him.
The sun had begun its slow descent, casting an orange hue over the streets of Mumbai. The day was coming to an end, but the air still held the remnants of midday heat. The small café had offered a brief reprieve, but the distance between Ravi and Priya Didi hadn’t quite dissolved.
They still had their barriers, their unsaid words, and the remnants of betrayal and confusion floating between them like a fog neither could yet escape.
As they stepped outside, the busy city noise surged back into their senses. People huddled together in small groups, the honking of cars, the chatter of street vendors, and the constant hum of life around them. An auto rickshaw stood parked on the corner, a narrow space available for the two of them to squeeze in.
Priya Didi hesitated, glancing at the small vehicle, her brow furrowing for just a moment. She glanced at Ravi, her eyes momentarily betraying a soft flicker of unease.
“Shall we?” Ravi asked, his voice as light as he could make it, trying to keep things easy, even though his chest felt tight with anticipation.
She looked at him but said nothing as she moved toward the auto. The silence between them seemed heavier now, weighted with the emotional currents of their lunch. There was no anger, not at this moment, but a quiet undercurrent of something else, something softer, yet unsettling.
The auto rickshaw was small, barely enough space for the two of them to fit comfortably. The driver adjusted his rearview mirror, offering a distracted “Where to, sir?” as he pulled away from the curb.
Priya Didi sat first, and Ravi followed, easing in beside her. Their legs brushed as he settled into the seat, and for a moment, neither of them moved to adjust. Ravi’s heartbeat quickened at the unexpected proximity, the warmth of her skin so close to his. The tightness of the space made it impossible for them to sit apart, there was no escaping the closeness now.
The auto jerked forward, and they both shifted slightly, her shoulder grazing his arm. Priya Didi didn’t move away; in fact, for a fleeting moment, Ravi could have sworn she leaned just a fraction toward him.
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