16-11-2025, 01:46 AM
Scene: Ravi's Reflection that Night
The soft hum of the apartment’s air conditioning was the only sound as Ravi lay in bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind like a slow-motion film.
He couldn’t seem to shake the image of Priya Didi, sitting so close to him, her legs stretched across the bed as he massaged her ankle.
It was hard to concentrate on anything else, as his thoughts kept drifting back to that moment, to her delicate skin under his touch, the warmth of her presence.
He could still feel the softness of her skin on his fingertips, the smoothness of her ankle, and the gentle curve of her leg that had seemed to beckon him closer.
“She’s like a goddess, he thought. She’s more beautiful than anything I could ever deserve. The way she sits, the way she speaks, the way she lets me care for her, she is beyond anyone else. More than a woman, more than just my Priya... she is the very image of grace and beauty. She is untouchable, like the sun. Too bright, too perfect for someone like me.”
His heart ached just thinking about her. Priya Didi, the woman who had the power to move him in ways no one else ever had, who could make him feel like he was floating with just a smile, a glance. He thought of how, today, as he had applied the balm to her ankle, her skin had been so soft, so delicate under his touch, like silk gliding beneath his fingers. Every inch of her radiated purity and strength, and yet, she had allowed him to be so close. Allowed him to care for her, even after everything that he had done.
“I didn't deserve it, he thought. But I can't help it. She's everything to me.”
He couldn't forget how it had felt when he had crossed that line earlier, when his hand had moved just a little too high on her leg. The sensation of her body against his fingers, her warmth, her proximity, it had all been too much. It had felt natural at the time, like the most inevitable thing in the world. But now, lying alone in his bed, the guilt consumed him. He had been so reckless.
He had been lost in her. So utterly lost in her.
“How could I think I could just touch her like that?” He groaned, a deep sound of frustration escaping him as he rubbed his eyes. “[i]She is like the stars to me. How could I have done that?”[/i] He shook his head, feeling like a fool. What kind of man would try to go so far with someone as pure as she is?
But the truth was, he had wanted to. More than anything, he had wanted to.
The closeness, the delicate tension between them, it had stirred something deep within him, something primal, something that made him want to cross every boundary just to be closer to her. He had nearly done it.
Nearly let the temptation of her beauty overwhelm him. He could still feel the pull of her skin, the warmth of her body against his. Her body had called to him, like a soft whisper that he couldn’t ignore. But he had to stop.
The soft hum of the apartment’s air conditioning was the only sound as Ravi lay in bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind like a slow-motion film.
He couldn’t seem to shake the image of Priya Didi, sitting so close to him, her legs stretched across the bed as he massaged her ankle.
It was hard to concentrate on anything else, as his thoughts kept drifting back to that moment, to her delicate skin under his touch, the warmth of her presence.
He could still feel the softness of her skin on his fingertips, the smoothness of her ankle, and the gentle curve of her leg that had seemed to beckon him closer.
“She’s like a goddess, he thought. She’s more beautiful than anything I could ever deserve. The way she sits, the way she speaks, the way she lets me care for her, she is beyond anyone else. More than a woman, more than just my Priya... she is the very image of grace and beauty. She is untouchable, like the sun. Too bright, too perfect for someone like me.”
His heart ached just thinking about her. Priya Didi, the woman who had the power to move him in ways no one else ever had, who could make him feel like he was floating with just a smile, a glance. He thought of how, today, as he had applied the balm to her ankle, her skin had been so soft, so delicate under his touch, like silk gliding beneath his fingers. Every inch of her radiated purity and strength, and yet, she had allowed him to be so close. Allowed him to care for her, even after everything that he had done.
“I didn't deserve it, he thought. But I can't help it. She's everything to me.”
He couldn't forget how it had felt when he had crossed that line earlier, when his hand had moved just a little too high on her leg. The sensation of her body against his fingers, her warmth, her proximity, it had all been too much. It had felt natural at the time, like the most inevitable thing in the world. But now, lying alone in his bed, the guilt consumed him. He had been so reckless.
He had been lost in her. So utterly lost in her.
“How could I think I could just touch her like that?” He groaned, a deep sound of frustration escaping him as he rubbed his eyes. “[i]She is like the stars to me. How could I have done that?”[/i] He shook his head, feeling like a fool. What kind of man would try to go so far with someone as pure as she is?
But the truth was, he had wanted to. More than anything, he had wanted to.
The closeness, the delicate tension between them, it had stirred something deep within him, something primal, something that made him want to cross every boundary just to be closer to her. He had nearly done it.
Nearly let the temptation of her beauty overwhelm him. He could still feel the pull of her skin, the warmth of her body against his. Her body had called to him, like a soft whisper that he couldn’t ignore. But he had to stop.
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