13-12-2025, 02:50 AM
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Ravi smiled at Priya, a subtle domestic ease in his expression, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. “I’m going to relax. You two can finish tidying up here if you like.”
Priya nodded, her hands moving automatically as she began to collect the empty containers. She passed Ravi his plate and utensils, their fingers brushing once more, a fleeting, quiet moment that seemed to stretch on forever.
She could not look into his eyes. Neither spoke, but the connection between them was undeniable. A bond had been formed, a bond neither of them could ignore, though they chose not to acknowledge it aloud.
“Good night, Ravi,” Priya said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that only he could feel. She didn’t know if she was trying to hold on to some shred of normalcy or if the words came because it felt like the only thing she could say without falling apart.
“Good night, Didi,” Ravi replied, offering her a small, polite smile before heading back toward his room. Priya stood there for a moment, watching him leave, feeling the emptiness grow in her chest.
Her body still ached from the intimacy they had shared earlier. She could still feel his touch, the press of his lips against hers, the heat of him lingering in her skin.
Priya returned to the couch beside Amit, but her mind was far from the present. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ravi. “Why does this feel so wrong? Why does this feel like I’m losing control?”
Amit shifted beside her, his arm brushing against her, his presence a comfort that only made her feel more detached. He was still completely unaware, his focus now back on the TV.
Priya tried to do the same, her eyes glued to the screen, but the images were a blur. “I can’t focus. I can’t pretend like everything is fine.”
She took a deep breath, trying to shake the heavy awareness of Ravi’s presence that still clung to her. Amit’s voice broke through the silence. “So, what do you think about the new episode tomorrow?”
His tone was casual, but it sounded distant to Priya, as though she were watching herself from the outside, trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like hers.
“Yeah, should be fun.” The words came out of her mouth automatically, but her thoughts were still with Ravi. “How could I have kissed him? What do I even want from this?”
The apartment fell back into a familiar silence, but the unspoken tension between Priya and Ravi lingered, irrevocable and raw.
The night, despite its normal rhythms, was forever changed. The bond between them had been formed, acknowledged, felt, and understood, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
And though the evening continued with the comfort of routine, Priya knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
Ravi smiled at Priya, a subtle domestic ease in his expression, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. “I’m going to relax. You two can finish tidying up here if you like.”
Priya nodded, her hands moving automatically as she began to collect the empty containers. She passed Ravi his plate and utensils, their fingers brushing once more, a fleeting, quiet moment that seemed to stretch on forever.
She could not look into his eyes. Neither spoke, but the connection between them was undeniable. A bond had been formed, a bond neither of them could ignore, though they chose not to acknowledge it aloud.
“Good night, Ravi,” Priya said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that only he could feel. She didn’t know if she was trying to hold on to some shred of normalcy or if the words came because it felt like the only thing she could say without falling apart.
“Good night, Didi,” Ravi replied, offering her a small, polite smile before heading back toward his room. Priya stood there for a moment, watching him leave, feeling the emptiness grow in her chest.
Her body still ached from the intimacy they had shared earlier. She could still feel his touch, the press of his lips against hers, the heat of him lingering in her skin.
Priya returned to the couch beside Amit, but her mind was far from the present. She couldn’t stop thinking about Ravi. “Why does this feel so wrong? Why does this feel like I’m losing control?”
Amit shifted beside her, his arm brushing against her, his presence a comfort that only made her feel more detached. He was still completely unaware, his focus now back on the TV.
Priya tried to do the same, her eyes glued to the screen, but the images were a blur. “I can’t focus. I can’t pretend like everything is fine.”
She took a deep breath, trying to shake the heavy awareness of Ravi’s presence that still clung to her. Amit’s voice broke through the silence. “So, what do you think about the new episode tomorrow?”
His tone was casual, but it sounded distant to Priya, as though she were watching herself from the outside, trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like hers.
“Yeah, should be fun.” The words came out of her mouth automatically, but her thoughts were still with Ravi. “How could I have kissed him? What do I even want from this?”
The apartment fell back into a familiar silence, but the unspoken tension between Priya and Ravi lingered, irrevocable and raw.
The night, despite its normal rhythms, was forever changed. The bond between them had been formed, acknowledged, felt, and understood, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
And though the evening continued with the comfort of routine, Priya knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
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