Ekaksh walked toward Shanaya, who was too absorbed in her own world to notice his presence. He stood beside the bed, watching her with a mix of admiration and desire. The light illuminated her features, casting a warm glow around her, and for a moment, he was entranced by her innocence.
As he spoke, his voice cut through the silence like a whisper in the dark watching her for a brief moment before speaking.
“What are you drawing?” he asked, his voice low but startling in the quiet.
Shanaya jumped at the sound of his voice, her pencil slipping from her fingers and tumbling onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise, reflecting the soft hues of the colors scattered around her. A flush crept across her cheeks, contrasting with the pale yellow of her saree. The playful concentration she had been enveloped in shattered, and for a heartbeat, she looked utterly vulnerable, like a deer caught in the headlight, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her hand instinctively flew to her chest. She sat up quickly, her breath rising and falling as she locked eyes with him.
"You scared me," she whispered, her voice shaky.
"Well, you always do," she muttered under her breath, meant for herself, but he caught it. Yet, he barely reacted too engrossed in the sight before him.
His gaze drifted over her, lingering on every detail of her appearance. Her loosely draped yellow saree clung delicately to her form, the soft fabric bunched slightly around her calf from her earlier movements. Strands of her hair, now fell messily around her face her hair tie became more loose, framing her flushed cheeks and wide, innocent eyes. He felt the sudden urge to push those strands aside, to trace his fingers down her exposed neck, to let his hands explore every part of her.
He imagined how it would feel to unwrap the saree, layer by layer, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. The thought alone sent a thrill down his spine, an almost unbearable need rising in him. The way the fabric brushed against her curves, the glow of her skin in the light, everything about her called to him, beckoning him closer.
His thoughts darkened as he wondered what it would be like to undress her slowly, savoring every moment as he peeled back the delicate layers, revealing her inch by inch. How her body would respond to his touch, how her breath might hitch in anticipation.
