30-11-2025, 07:26 PM
The Movie: Unspoken Tension (Part 10)
Ravi’s heart was pounding in his chest as he felt the warmth of her thigh beneath his palm. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, the tension between them thickening with each breath they took.
He couldn’t believe how close they were, how much he could feel her through the layers of fabric. But he still needed her permission, needed her to say yes, even if she didn’t speak it aloud.
His fingers, still resting lightly on her thigh, began to tremble slightly, unsure of how far he could go without pushing her too far. He knew the gravity of the moment, the delicate line he was walking. He couldn’t just rush into this. Not with her.
“Didi…” Ravi’s voice was barely above a whisper, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. “Please…” His voice was soft, respectful, as though he was afraid that the slightest wrong move would make her pull away.
He didn’t want to lose the closeness they had shared so far, but the urge to feel more of her was becoming overwhelming.
“What?” Priya whispered, her breath caught at his words. "He’s asking… again." She could feel his fingers still resting on her thigh, the subtle pressure, but now his hand was moving ever so slowly, inching upward.
Her chest tightened, torn between the fear of going further and the desire she couldn’t deny. "I shouldn’t… but I want to… I want to feel his touch."
Her body betrayed her thoughts, leaning just slightly toward him, almost imperceptibly, as though giving him silent permission, but not fully. The moment felt so charged with the unspoken, so full of anticipation, that it was almost unbearable.
“Please…” Ravi’s voice was a low murmur now, his fingers just brushing the edge of her waist. “Can I touch you there, Didi?” His words were soft, almost a plea, the respect and politeness in his tone clear, but beneath it, there was a hunger he couldn’t hide.
His hand was trembling now, inching closer to the soft curve of her waist, his palm hovering just above her skin. He didn’t dare press harder yet, waiting for her to respond.
Ravi’s heart was pounding in his chest as he felt the warmth of her thigh beneath his palm. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, the tension between them thickening with each breath they took.
He couldn’t believe how close they were, how much he could feel her through the layers of fabric. But he still needed her permission, needed her to say yes, even if she didn’t speak it aloud.
His fingers, still resting lightly on her thigh, began to tremble slightly, unsure of how far he could go without pushing her too far. He knew the gravity of the moment, the delicate line he was walking. He couldn’t just rush into this. Not with her.
“Didi…” Ravi’s voice was barely above a whisper, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. “Please…” His voice was soft, respectful, as though he was afraid that the slightest wrong move would make her pull away.
He didn’t want to lose the closeness they had shared so far, but the urge to feel more of her was becoming overwhelming.
“What?” Priya whispered, her breath caught at his words. "He’s asking… again." She could feel his fingers still resting on her thigh, the subtle pressure, but now his hand was moving ever so slowly, inching upward.
Her chest tightened, torn between the fear of going further and the desire she couldn’t deny. "I shouldn’t… but I want to… I want to feel his touch."
Her body betrayed her thoughts, leaning just slightly toward him, almost imperceptibly, as though giving him silent permission, but not fully. The moment felt so charged with the unspoken, so full of anticipation, that it was almost unbearable.
“Please…” Ravi’s voice was a low murmur now, his fingers just brushing the edge of her waist. “Can I touch you there, Didi?” His words were soft, almost a plea, the respect and politeness in his tone clear, but beneath it, there was a hunger he couldn’t hide.
His hand was trembling now, inching closer to the soft curve of her waist, his palm hovering just above her skin. He didn’t dare press harder yet, waiting for her to respond.
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