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Madhavi’s Apartment – “Everything in Place”



The cold coffee glasses were lined up on the counter,

The murukku in a wide steel bowl, fresh coriander sprinkled on top like it was a festival dish.

The breeze from the balcony rustled the curtains gently, and in the distance, she heard a motorcycle rev, then fade.

Shruti would be here any minute.

Madhavi adjusted the dupatta on her shoulder.

Her hair was tied in a low, simple knot.

She didn’t need to do more.

She never did.

She wasn’t trying to compete, not with Shruti, not with anyone.

She looked around the living room.

The soft cushions.

The slight hum of jazz playing low on the Bluetooth speaker.

The smell of toasted cumin and ground coffee still lingering in the air.

Everything was in place.

Except her thoughts.

She stood near the balcony, watching a kid chase a ball across the parking lot.

Her eyes were still, but inside, her mind moved in ripples.

“Are you really okay with this?” Abhi had asked.

She remembered the way his voice dipped when he said it, half, disbelieving, half-aching.



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He was still trying to understand the kind of love she carried.



Not because it was less.

But because it didn’t cling.

She smiled faintly to herself.

“I only look at what I’ve already got.”

And she had him. Not in name.

Not in vows. Not in permanence.

But in a way deeper than all that, because she knew Abhi’s silences.

His hesitations.

His storms.

She had held his pain, even when he didn’t know he was bleeding.

She had listened when his words didn’t form.

That was her place.

Not as a claim—but as a constant.

Her love was quiet. But it was built to endure.

If Shruti brought him joy, excitement, mischief—let her.

Because when Abhi had no one to call at midnight, he would call her.

When life twisted unexpectedly and he didn’t know who would understand—she would.

She wasn’t just the woman who kissed him last night.

She was the woman who would stand by him through every phase of his becoming.

And that… that was a kind of intimacy no one could compete with.

She turned her head, hearing the faint ding of the elevator outside. Footsteps.

Her smile returned, not as amusement this time, but as something deeper. Calmer.



She picked up the tray of glasses.

Let the story begin.

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Sunday, 5:05 PM – “The First Entry”


The bell rang.

Abhi heard it from his flat, just as he was stepping into his slippers.

He paused for a second, heart strangely lighter.

Not nervous. But aware. Alert.

He opened his door just as the one across the hallway swung wide open.

There she was.

Shruti.

Wavy hair pulled up into a soft, casual ponytail,

A pastel lavender kurti just brushing her knees,

Silver jhumkas dancing as she stepped in.

Her skin seemed to glow even under the corridor’s yellow light,

And her smile, bright, confident, unfiltered, spilled across the room like she already belonged.

From across the room, Madhavi watched.

She was kneeling near the center table, placing the tray of coffee glasses just so.

Her eyes lifted, slowly, as Shruti entered.

She studied the way Shruti held Vinay’s arm lightly,

The way her eyes scanned the space, sharp, observant, like a bird entering a new garden.

She’s always aware, Madhavi thought.

“She’ll notice Abhi within five minutes. Three, if I’m right.”

“Hi!” Shruti said, voice high, melodic. “I’m Shruti. Thanks for letting us crash your Sunday.”

Sandeep greeted them with a warm grin.

“You’re right on time. We were about to start a murder mystery game.”

Abhi stepped in, locking eyes with Shruti for the first time.



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She looked at him for a beat too long.



“Hmm,” she said with a small smile. “And who’s this?”

“Abhi,” Madhavi answered from her corner, before Abhi could.

“The best company for slow conversations and strong coffee.”

Abhi looked at her.

Madhavi didn’t meet his eyes.

Shruti offered her hand, tilting her head. “Nice to meet you, Abhi.”

He took it. Her fingers were cool, but her touch was confident. Playful.

“I like your kurti,” she said instantly.

“And your eyes. You look like someone who listens more than he talks.”

He smiled. “Only when there’s something worth listening to.”

“Oh,” she said, eyes twinkling. “I think this evening just became worth it.”

Madhavi heard it all.

And she smiled, but not out of jealousy.

She was watching a story begin.

“Right on cue,” she thought.

“I said three minutes. It took her two.”



Shruti settled beside Abhi on the floor cushions, laughing already.

Her anklet clinked as she crossed her legs. 

She leaned toward him to reach a card.

Abhi felt the soft brush of her shoulder against his.

Intentional? Maybe. Maybe not.

Madhavi saw that too.

She quietly rose, moved toward the kitchen.

As she walked by, she let her fingers casually graze Abhi’s shoulder, lightly, without words. No one noticed.

But Abhi turned his head slightly.

Their eyes met, just for a moment.

There was no smile on her face. 

No mischief. Just calm, rooted warmth.

“You’re still mine in silence,” her look seemed to say.

“But go ahead. Let her spark something new.”


Shruti was already handing Abhi a game card, teasing him about being the silent killer in Mafia.

Vinay was arguing with Sandeep about the rules.

Laughter filled the room.


But for Abhi… and for Madhavi in the kitchen…

Something deeper ran just beneath it.



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A Moment Between the Women – “Is He... Seeing Someone?”


The first round of Mafia was over.

Vinay had been the first to get “killed,”

And Sandeep was now passionately justifying his way out of suspicion in the next round.

Shruti had slipped into the kitchen with Madhavi under the pretext of helping serve snacks,

Though the real motive was something else.

Madhavi handed her the snack bowls one by one, murukku, khakhra chips, masala peanuts.

Shruti leaned lightly against the fridge, eyeing her host with a mischievous grin.

“Okay,” she said quietly, “don’t pretend you didn’t see it.”

Madhavi raised an eyebrow. “See what?”

Shruti tilted her head toward the living room, where Abhi sat cross-legged, half-smiling as Sandeep ranted about betrayal.

“Him. Abhi,” Shruti said. “You saw the way he looked at me.”

Madhavi didn’t answer immediately.

She adjusted the plate of samosas with calm precision.

Shruti went on, grinning.

“He’s interesting. Not like most of the tech guys I’ve met. There's something... slow and steady about him.”

Madhavi finally looked up. “Hmm. Yes.”

Shruti leaned closer. “Is he... seeing anyone?”

Madhavi held her gaze for a breath longer than necessary. Then smiled.

“That depends.”

Shruti blinked. “Depends?”

Madhavi's voice was gentle but teasing. “On what you mean by seeing.”

Shruti narrowed her eyes, intrigued. “Oh?”

Madhavi gave her a light shrug, then turned toward the kitchen doorway,

Salling out: “Sandeep, careful with the cushions. That one has my embroidery kit under it!”

Shruti followed her slowly, still watching her.

“You’re not going to give me a straight answer, are you?”

Madhavi chuckled. “What would be the fun in that?”

Shruti shook her head, grinning. “He’s lucky to have such... interesting neighbors.”

Madhavi turned to her one last time before stepping back into the living room.

“Let’s just say… you’ll have to figure him out layer by layer.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving Shruti staring after her,

Curious and slightly stirred, the faintest fire now lit in her eyes.

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Sunday Evening – “The Second Round”


The lights were dimmed slightly now,

The golden glow of the floor lamp painting soft shadows across the room.

Everyone sat in a loose circle on cushions and bean bags.

Empty plates were pushed aside, and the cards for the next round of Mafia were shuffled again.

Sandeep was already in host mode.

“This time, no mercy. Madhavi always escapes with those innocent eyes.”

Madhavi rolled her eyes. “That’s because I am innocent.”

Vinay laughed. “You’re the most dangerous type.”

Shruti leaned toward Abhi and whispered,

Loud enough for only him and Madhavi to hear, “I’m watching her. She has secrets.”

Abhi glanced between the two women and smiled. “You think you’ll catch her?”

Shruti narrowed her eyes, playful. “I can smell trouble from three seats away.”

Madhavi’s voice cut in smoothly,

A soft curve to her tone: “Then maybe you’re sitting too close to the wrong person.”

Abhi looked at her.

Her smile was calm, but her eyes sparkled with something sharper, something aware.

She wasn’t competing with Shruti.

She was dancing around her.

Letting her play... while never really stepping aside.


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Cards were drawn.

Eyes closed.

Roles whispered.

The round began.

Shruti was animated, flirty.

She giggled often, accused loudly,

And touched Abhi’s hand once while pointing a dramatic finger.

Her energy lit the circle.

But Madhavi... played differently.

She was quiet. Observant.

And yet, every time she spoke, everyone paused.

She leaned once toward Abhi when it was his turn to defend himself.

Her hand grazed his arm casually as she whispered,

“You’re blinking too much. Suspicious.”

Her touch lingered a second too long.

Abhi’s breath caught.

Shruti noticed.

But she didn’t say a word.

She only leaned in closer next time,

Letting her shoulder brush his during her turn to speak.


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Vinay accused Sandeep.


Madhavi voted against Shruti.

Shruti accused Madhavi.

The air was full of laughter, little bursts of tension,

And the strange heat of overlapping energies.

Then came Abhi’s chance to speak again.

Sandeep pointed at him. “Alright silent man, time to defend yourself.”

Abhi smiled faintly. “I think… the real killers are the ones who smile too much.”

Shruti raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

He looked directly at her. “Exactly what you think it means.”

Laughter.

Madhavi’s eyes sparkled.

She reached for her cold coffee,

Srushing her fingers along Abhi’s cup as she passed it to him.

Their fingers met for a second.

He looked at her, and she looked away, deliberately.

But Shruti didn’t miss it.

Shruti had caught the way Madhavi's fingers brushed Abhi’s when she passed him the coffee.

She had noticed the glance they shared,

The kind that looked normal to anyone else,




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But lingered for just a second too long.

It was subtle.

But deliberate.

And it made Shruti pause.

Not out of jealousy,

She barely knew him, but out of instinct.

There was something here.

A current.

A story she hadn’t been told.

But what confused her more was this:

Madhavi wasn’t hiding it.

In fact… she almost seemed to be putting it on display.

Not in a loud way. Not in a possessive way.

But in a way that invited Shruti in.

She laughed a little too gently when Shruti teased Abhi.

She leaned close to Abhi not to block Shruti, but to show her something.

To draw her in.

Like she was saying,

“See what he’s like? How still he stays under fire? How warm he becomes when you know how to touch him?”

“He’s not mine. But he’s something worth noticing.”


Shruti couldn’t help it now.


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She was interested.


But part of that interest… was in Madhavi too.

What kind of woman plays this way?

What kind of woman stands close to a man,

Touches him, smiles at him

And then quietly steps aside so someone else can sit nearer?

Shruti felt the shift in the room.

This wasn’t about flirting anymore.

This was a slow invitation.

A deliberate opening.

Madhavi wasn’t pushing her toward Abhi.

She was pulling her toward him, using herself as the magnet.

And it was working.

She tilted her head, not angry, intrigued.

She was picking up the undertones now.

The unreadable glances.

The tiny touches.

The secret current running between Madhavi and Abhi that no one else in the room was really catching.

But instead of backing off, Shruti smiled.

Like a player who just found herself in a more complicated game than she expected.

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Hi Shailu,
Lovely writing, keeping readings intrigued. Keep it up.
Cheers

Hi  cobain7799,

Thank you so much for the kind words! 

I’m really glad to hear you're enjoying the story and that it's keeping you intrigued. 

Your encouragement truly means a lot, it keeps me going!


Warm regards

-- Shailu

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The Kitchen Break – “Are You Setting Me Up?”



The second round of the game had just ended,

And Vinay was demanding chai while Sandeep offered to order pizza “for later.”

Laughter filled the living room again.

Shruti stood and stretched. “I’ll help with the chai,” she said quickly.

Madhavi was already in the kitchen, pouring water into the kettle,

The faint clinking of steel against the counter echoing softly.

Shruti entered, her earrings swaying, and leaned lightly against the fridge again.

Her eyes were sharp now, focused. Curious.

“Want help?” she asked casually.

Madhavi glanced over her shoulder. “You want to chop ginger?”

Shruti smirked. “Not really.”

Madhavi smiled, unbothered.

She crushed some cardamom slowly, letting the silence stretch a little.

Shruti watched her for a few seconds before speaking.

“Can I ask you something?”

Madhavi nodded.

Shruti tilted her head. “Are you… setting me up with him?”

Madhavi’s hands didn’t pause.

She stirred the water calmly, eyes still on the pan.

Then she turned slightly, leaning one hand on the edge of the stove, her expression unreadable.

“Why do you ask?”

Shruti crossed her arms, playful but pointed.

“Because you’re watching us. And you’re not exactly… subtle about it.”

Madhavi raised one eyebrow, then shrugged, a little too smoothly.

“I thought you were smart. You noticed it in time.”



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Shruti laughed under her breath. “So I’m right?”


Madhavi didn’t answer directly.

Instead, she dropped in the tea leaves, the aroma rising instantly.

Then, softly, she said,

“Some people… need a little light around them before others notice how warm they really are.”

Shruti blinked.

Madhavi looked at her, fully now.

“He’s not loud. Not flashy. But he’s real. And rare.”

She stirred the tea once, gently. “So yes… maybe I showed you where to look.”

Shruti’s voice lowered slightly. “You two have something?”

Madhavi’s lips curled into a half-smile-neither denial nor confession.

“He and I… understand each other.”

Shruti didn’t push further.

She just watched her, more intrigued than before.

Madhavi poured the bubbling tea into the strainer.

Then she added, almost as an afterthought

“If he smiles more tonight… that would make me happy.”

Shruti took the cup handed to her.

Warm.

Fragrant.

And suddenly far more layered than just chai.

She looked at Madhavi and said softly, “You’re… different.”

Madhavi sipped her own tea, eyes steady.

“Good different or scary different?”

Shruti smiled. “Both.”

They walked out together.

And Shruti sat a little closer to Abhi this time.

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Flirtation in Play



They’d started another round of the game.

This time, a wild card variation Sandeep called “Theatrical Mafia.”

Roles were more dramatic, players had to act out accusations.

Shruti loved it instantly.

She was no longer just laughing.

Now, she was leaning in.

Abhi noticed the change right away.

She wasn’t brushing against him “accidentally” anymore, she was owning her nearness.

Her hand rested beside his on the floor a little longer.

When she laughed, she turned to him first.

When she accused someone in the game, she’d throw him a sly wink, like he was her co-conspirator.

Vinay was trying to impersonate a dead parrot.

Sandeep was playing an overly emotional detective.

Chaos reigned in the living room.

But Abhi’s attention had slowly narrowed.

Shruti leaned toward him and whispered,

“You’re way too quiet again. Makes me think you’re either guilty… or just trying to be mysterious.”

Abhi chuckled, low. “Maybe both.”

“Oh, good,” she said, eyes dancing. “I like a little mystery.”

Her voice was playful,


But there was weight under it now.



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She rested her hand lightly against his forearm when she reached past him for the bowl of peanuts.


Didn’t apologize.

Didn’t pull away.

Her touch was cool.

Casual.

Intimate.

And Abhi didn’t move either.

Across the circle, Madhavi laughed at something Vinay said.

She didn’t look their way.

But Shruti did.

She glanced sideways for just a second.

Madhavi caught the look, smiled faintly,

And looked away deliberately, her eyes down on her glass, taking a long sip of her chai.

Abhi caught that too.

And it did something strange to him.

His chest tightened, not with guilt, but with a deep kind of gratitude.

Madhavi wasn’t backing off. She was stepping aside.

Letting the moment belong to someone else.

Shruti nudged him gently. “Hey. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

He looked at her, eyes clear.

“Just figuring out how dangerous you really are.”

Shruti laughed and leaned in closer. “Don’t take too long. I tend to vanish when I get bored.”

The round carried on, wild and messy, but for Abhi and Shruti, a new game had started.

One played in glances, whispers, and the careful shifting of distance between their bodies.

But under it all… Madhavi remained.

Not as a shadow.

But as the silent pulse beneath everything.

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Deliberate Distance



After the game ended, Vinay and Sandeep had gotten up to debate which pizza place to order from.

Madhavi walked into the balcony to take a call from a cousin.

Shruti and Abhi were briefly left alone near the low table.

Abhi leaned back on his palms, the taste of chai still in his mouth,

The chaos of the evening buzzing around him like background static.

Shruti sat close, not too close, but enough to make her presence felt.

Her eyes scanned the room, then settled on him.

“You really don’t talk much,” she said,

Voice soft now. “Even when the room is full.”

“I talk when there’s something real to say,” he replied.

Shruti looked at him sideways.

“Hmm. You’re not like most guys I’ve met.

Especially not ones who let two women orbit around them and still stay this calm.”

Abhi raised an eyebrow. “Orbit?”

“You know what I mean.” She leaned forward,

dropping her voice. “You and Madhavi have a thing, don’t you?”

Abhi looked away for a moment, then back at her. “We have… understanding.”

Shruti studied him. “She’s different.”

“She is,” he said softly.

Shruti tilted her head. “And she wants you to be with someone else?”

Abhi smiled faintly, shaking his head.

“She wants me to be happy. Even if that happiness doesn’t include her every time.”

There was a silence.


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Shruti bit her lower lip for a second. 


Then said, “She’s brave.”

“She’s the strongest person I know.”

Shruti didn’t say anything more.

But something in her changed.

She stopped leaning in, just for that moment.

Her tone softened.

“I don’t know what’s going on here. I just know I like the way it feels. This whole evening… it’s warm. It’s rare.”

Abhi nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Through the glass door, he saw Madhavi step back in from the balcony.

She glanced once toward them.

Their eyes met for only a second.

Then she looked away, not with hesitation, but with calm, quiet permission.

As if to say,

“Whatever this becomes… I trust you.”

Abhi felt it.

Deep. Humbling. Centering.

Shruti leaned closer again.

“Wanna help me choose the pizza toppings?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

But even as he stood beside her, pointing to options on her phone screen,

His heart remained split, drawn toward this bright,

New spark beside him…  …and the steady,

Unwavering flame in the woman who had already seen his soul and never flinched.

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After the Guests Leave – “The First Moment Alone”


It was just past 8:30 PM.

The echo of laughter still lingered in the walls.

The empty glasses and used paper plates sat forgotten on the side table.

Shruti and Vinay had just left with cheerful goodbyes, and Sandeep was heading out to drop them till the gate.

The moment the main door closed behind him…

Silence.

Soft. Heavy. Immediate.

Abhi was still standing near the shelf, turning off the Bluetooth speaker.

Madhavi was at the kitchen counter, stacking a few glasses.

She didn’t look at him.

She didn’t have to.

He was already moving.

In three quiet steps, he was behind her.

She felt him, before she heard or saw anything.

The shift in the air.

The way his presence pressed in, close.

And then...

His arms wrapped around her waist.

Her breath caught just as he pulled her gently around, turning her to face him.



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No words.


No warning.

His mouth found hers.


Deep. Urgent. Quietly desperate.

The kiss was full of all the things he hadn’t been able to say the whole evening.

Of the way her glances steadied him.

Of the way her calm had made space for everything that unfolded tonight.

Her hands came up slowly, fingertips grazing his jaw,

Holding him with the same softness and certainty that had always lived between them.

She kissed him back, not as a question, but as a fact. 

Like something known. 

Something theirs.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

Their breaths mingled in the warm kitchen air.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “All evening.”

Madhavi’s eyes flickered open, soft and amused. “I was in the same room.”

“I know,” he murmured. “That’s what made it harder.”

She smiled faintly, brushing her thumb against his lips.

“You were… incredible tonight,” he said, voice low.

“The way you made space for Shruti. The way you didn’t flinch. The way you knew exactly what I needed before I did.”

She looked at him, expression calm. “You needed lightness. Curiosity. Distraction.”

“And you.” he added softly. “I still need you. No matter who else is around.”

Her smile deepened, but it didn’t reach her eyes this time.

“I know,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, softer this time, slow. With reverence.

His hand resting on the side of her neck, thumb grazing behind her ear.

When they parted again, he asked, “Are you okay?”

Madhavi looked at him fully now. “Yes. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

She touched his chest lightly, right over his heartbeat.

“And so are you.”

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Before the Door Opens


They were still close,

Abhi’s hand resting on her waist,

Their breaths quiet and steady,

When the sound of footsteps echoed just outside.

Sandeep’s voice, faint but clear:

“Gate security asked me about a courier. Can you believe that?”

Madhavi’s eyes flicked to the door.

Abhi stepped back instantly, as if by instinct.

They didn’t panic, but the spell was broken.

She straightened the dupatta over her shoulder.

He ran a hand through his hair once, quietly, and took two steps toward the door.

She looked at him, calm, composed.

He gave her a small smile.

“Good night, Madhavi.”

Her reply was soft, just above a whisper. “Good night, Abhi.”

A moment.

Then the door opened.

Sandeep entered with a small grocery bag, chuckling. “They had no idea who the courier was for.”

Abhi nodded with a polite smile. “Alright, I’ll get going. It was fun.”

Sandeep grinned. “Come over anytime.”

Madhavi just gave him a gentle glance as he stepped out.

And the door closed again.

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