03-01-2026, 02:52 PM
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Ravi shifted slightly, unable to stop staring.
“Even in a simple dark saree… she could stop the world. That quiet confidence, that understated elegance… she’s impossible not to admire. The curve of her neck, the way her collarbone catches the light… the softness of her hands, yet there’s strength in them… every detail just… overwhelms me. And the way her hair falls, her lips slightly parted, her eyes hesitant yet so expressive… I’ve never seen anyone like this.”
“I never wanted to make you uncomfortable,” he said. “If I did, I, ”
“I know,” she interrupted too quickly.
Silence followed. Heavy. Expectant.
“If I finish this… nothing will go back to the way it was,” she thought.
“And if I don’t… nothing will either.”
She looked at him, really looked.
“He’s waiting for me… he’s remarkable… and he’s looking at me like I’ve always been the most important thing in the world,” she thought.
Her throat tightened.
“I just wanted you to know,” she said finally, stepping back, “that I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
It wasn’t the apology she owed him. But it was all she could manage.
Ravi nodded. Then, quietly, he spoke, voice low but steady:
“I… I know, Priya. And I… I’ve been thinking too. About us, about everything. I’m not angry. I’m not blaming you. I… I just want you to know that, for me, none of this changes how much I respect you… how much I, ”
He faltered, looking at her intently, eyes soft but earnest.
“She needs to hear it. She deserves to hear it… every word.”
“…how much I care about you,” he finished, finally, letting the words hang between them, fragile and honest.
Priya’s breath caught. She wanted to say something, anything, but the right words were trapped somewhere deep inside.
Ravi took a slow step closer, careful, not imposing, just present.
“I’ll wait… however long it takes. I can wait for her. I just need her to know I’m here, really here, no judgment, no expectations… just me.”
“I touched her. I touched this beauty. I hugged her… I felt her body against mine… I touched her face… I kissed those beautiful, soft lips…”
He could not stop thinking of everything that had happened between them. Each memory pressed against his mind, each image of her presence making him lose himself completely in her.
Her scent, the warmth of her skin, the subtle curve of her smile, they lingered in him, a quiet ache that he could neither deny nor escape.
“And even now, just being near her… seeing her, hearing her, feeling the weight of her presence…” He shivered slightly. “…it pulls me in, as if nothing else in the world exists except her.”
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the memory wash over him again. Every touch, every brush of skin, every hesitant glance between them felt magnified in his mind.
It was not just desire, it was awe, admiration, reverence. She was stunning beyond words, and somehow, she belonged there, in his thoughts, in his breath, in the unspoken space between them.
“I don’t want to let this go. I don’t want to forget even a single moment,” he thought. “Even if I can’t say it, even if I can’t hold her now, every second with her is etched into me. Every heartbeat of hers echoes inside me, and I am helpless to resist it.”
The clock ticked on. Amit slept peacefully in the other room. Outside, the afternoon deepened. And between them, the apology remained unfinished, not withdrawn, not given, but suspended… waiting for a moment braver than either of them was ready for.
Ravi shifted slightly, unable to stop staring.
“Even in a simple dark saree… she could stop the world. That quiet confidence, that understated elegance… she’s impossible not to admire. The curve of her neck, the way her collarbone catches the light… the softness of her hands, yet there’s strength in them… every detail just… overwhelms me. And the way her hair falls, her lips slightly parted, her eyes hesitant yet so expressive… I’ve never seen anyone like this.”
“I never wanted to make you uncomfortable,” he said. “If I did, I, ”
“I know,” she interrupted too quickly.
Silence followed. Heavy. Expectant.
“If I finish this… nothing will go back to the way it was,” she thought.
“And if I don’t… nothing will either.”
She looked at him, really looked.
“He’s waiting for me… he’s remarkable… and he’s looking at me like I’ve always been the most important thing in the world,” she thought.
Her throat tightened.
“I just wanted you to know,” she said finally, stepping back, “that I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
It wasn’t the apology she owed him. But it was all she could manage.
Ravi nodded. Then, quietly, he spoke, voice low but steady:
“I… I know, Priya. And I… I’ve been thinking too. About us, about everything. I’m not angry. I’m not blaming you. I… I just want you to know that, for me, none of this changes how much I respect you… how much I, ”
He faltered, looking at her intently, eyes soft but earnest.
“She needs to hear it. She deserves to hear it… every word.”
“…how much I care about you,” he finished, finally, letting the words hang between them, fragile and honest.
Priya’s breath caught. She wanted to say something, anything, but the right words were trapped somewhere deep inside.
Ravi took a slow step closer, careful, not imposing, just present.
“I’ll wait… however long it takes. I can wait for her. I just need her to know I’m here, really here, no judgment, no expectations… just me.”
“I touched her. I touched this beauty. I hugged her… I felt her body against mine… I touched her face… I kissed those beautiful, soft lips…”
He could not stop thinking of everything that had happened between them. Each memory pressed against his mind, each image of her presence making him lose himself completely in her.
Her scent, the warmth of her skin, the subtle curve of her smile, they lingered in him, a quiet ache that he could neither deny nor escape.
“And even now, just being near her… seeing her, hearing her, feeling the weight of her presence…” He shivered slightly. “…it pulls me in, as if nothing else in the world exists except her.”
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the memory wash over him again. Every touch, every brush of skin, every hesitant glance between them felt magnified in his mind.
It was not just desire, it was awe, admiration, reverence. She was stunning beyond words, and somehow, she belonged there, in his thoughts, in his breath, in the unspoken space between them.
“I don’t want to let this go. I don’t want to forget even a single moment,” he thought. “Even if I can’t say it, even if I can’t hold her now, every second with her is etched into me. Every heartbeat of hers echoes inside me, and I am helpless to resist it.”
The clock ticked on. Amit slept peacefully in the other room. Outside, the afternoon deepened. And between them, the apology remained unfinished, not withdrawn, not given, but suspended… waiting for a moment braver than either of them was ready for.
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