-: Pancha Vastra :- ( By Shailu )

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Scene 20: The Unraveling Begins
 
 
 
"So when Ravi touched her face," Meera continues, her voice sliding into the cadence of memory, intimate and deliberate.
 
  
"When his fingers traced the line of her cheekbone down to her jaw, he wasn't touching some shadowy widow.
 
He was touching a woman who was fully, vibrantly alive."
 
"She opened her eyes and looked at him.
 
And what I saw in that look..."
 
Meera's hand moves from her own face to her throat again, fingers resting lightly against the pulse beating there, as if feeling the echo of that moment in her own body, in her own breath.
 
"Hunger."
 
"Permission."
 
"Trust."
 
"All mixed together."
 
"She turned her head slightly and kissed his palm."
 
"Her lips pressed against the center of his hand, soft and deliberate."
 
"Then her tongue, I could see it even from my window, her tongue touched his skin."
 
"Tasted him."
 
Arjun swallows audibly, the faint catch of his breath filling the charged silence.
 
Meera notices, and her eyes darken, heavy with something like satisfaction, recognition, and quiet power.
 
She's affecting him.
 
She knows it.
 
She wants it.
 
 
"Ravi's other hand came up then," 

Meera says, her voice low, intimate, brushing across Arjun’s awareness. 

"and he was holding her face between both palms, cradling it like something precious."
 
He leaned in slowly, so slowly, giving her a thousand chances to refuse."
 
"She didn't refuse."
 
"Their lips met."
 
"Softly at first."
 
"Gentle.
 
"Almost chaste."
 
"But then..."
 
Meera's breathing has become noticeably faster.
 
 
 
Subtle rises and falls mirroring the rhythm of the act she describes, pulsing through her own body as she relives it aloud.
 
"Then it changed."
 
"Deepened."
 
Became something urgent."
 
"Her hands rose to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his kurta."
 
"His hands slid from her face into her hair, she'd cut it short as widows do, but it was still long enough to grip, to tangle fingers in."