Solace

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When I entered, Shivani and Roshni occupied the drawing room, exchanging giggles that reverberated throughout the space. However, upon noticing me, they hastily fell into silence.

"Shivani, where is uncle?" I inquired.

"Jiju, he's in his room. He wants to speak with you privately," she responded, emphasizing the need for privacy.

Roshni couldn't help but giggle again. I shot her an annoyed glance but kept my words to myself.

"What's amusing?" I questioned.

"Nothing, Bhaiya. " Roshni hurriedly replied.

"Which room is his?" I asked.

"First floor, the leftmost room in the corner," she answered, suppressing her smile.

"You two have lost it," I remarked, irritated.

With that, I ascended the stairs to the first floor.

The first floor was shrouded in darkness. As I cautiously opened the door, standing on the threshold, I felt a sudden forceful push. It didn't make me stumble, but I jerked slightly, saving myself from a fall.

Amidst their giggles, I heard Aadarsh's voice. "Aadarsh, what's going on? Uncle urgently asked me to come here; he's waiting," I exclaimed in frustration.

"Bhaiya, just go inside. Uncle is waiting for you," Aadarsh replied, still giggling.

Navigating a narrow hallway, I spotted Nidhi's photograph on the wall. It dawned on me that I was in Nidhi's room, not Uncle's.

Walking towards the door, I knocked twice. "Priya, please listen. Nidhi won't appreciate it; it's not about me, she'll feel uncomfortable," I pleaded.

"Nope, not opening," Priya stubbornly replied, irritation bubbled up Inside me, but I calmed myself, I couldn't be rude with her.

"Ugh," I sighed as I entered. Inside, I saw Nidhi reclining on the couch. The room was dimly lit, yet enough for me to appreciate her in a mesmerizing yellow saree, she looked breathtaking.

She possessed a slender yet curvaceous figure, accentuating her graceful allure. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a captivating intensity, framed by full, luscious lips.

Exquisitelycaptivating, her gaze possesses the power to enthrall anyone, compelling them to willingly embrace their own demise enchanted by her beauty.

Both of her hands were adorned with intricate henna designs, extending just above her delicate wrists. The couch was strategically placed by the open window, allowing a gentle breeze to fill the room. I wondered how she hadn't sensed my approach.

"Priya, I'm famished, but this henna only smells delightful; it wouldn't pair well with chapati. Please feed me, she requested, eyes still closed. My gaze shifted to the plate of food on the table.

With her back turned towards me, her bare back and waist were elegantly visible, sending a shiver down my spine as I marveled at the beauty before me.

She was truly enchanting.

Facing the window, I noticed earphones were plugged into her ears. Seizing the opportunity, I ran towards her, covering her mouth to prevent any screams.

Her eyes widened initially, but upon closer inspection, they softened.

"Sorry, listen to me. I got a call from Shivani; she said uncle was looking for me. They directed me to this room, not knowing it was yours. I wouldn't have come if I had known," I explained in a single breath.

She waved her henna clad hands in the air, I realised I was blocking her mouth, I immediately retrived my palm from her face, as I did she took a deep breath. She took out the earphones, swiftly rising from the couch and heading towards the door.