As Kiara continued to nibble on the mango slice, the air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken energy. Jeevan, still sitting on the couch, watched her intently, his eyes tracing her every movement with a focus that was hard to ignore.
Kiara, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, couldn't resist the urge to challenge him once more. She took her time, carefully licking the juice off her fingers before wiping them slowly on a napkin. The moment stretched between them, thick with possibility.
Without warning, Jeevan stood up, his movements deliberate, his gaze still locked on hers. There was a quiet confidence in the way he moved toward her, like he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having.
Kiara felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest but refused to let it show. She held her ground, watching him with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Jeevan stopped just a breath away, close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the playful tension palpable. And then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jeevan reached forward, his hand moving in a slow arc toward her waist.
Kiara's breath caught as his fingers brushed the side of her saree, just at the edge of her waist. The touch was light, almost teasing, but it sent a shiver through her. Her skin tingled in response, the contrast of his cool fingertips against her warm skin sending a wave of awareness through her body.
Before Kiara could react, Jeevan’s fingers hovered just above her navel. He stopped, holding her gaze, as if waiting for permission—testing the waters, gauging her reaction.
Kiara’s heart raced, but her composure remained unbroken. She tilted her head slightly, the corner of her lips curving into a smile that was both playful and intrigued. “You like to push boundaries, don’t you, Jeevan?”
His smile deepened, and without a word, he allowed his fingers to graze the delicate skin of her navel, just briefly. The touch was gentle, almost feather-light, but it was enough to make Kiara’s breath hitch. The sensation was unexpected, yet not unwelcome—an electric current that ran between them, impossible to ignore.
"Only when I know I can get away with it," Jeevan murmured, his voice low and teasing. His hand lingered just for a moment longer before he pulled it back slowly, giving her space but not entirely relinquishing the moment.
Kiara took a small step back, her gaze still locked on him. "You’re crazy, you're my husband's friend," she said softly, but there was a new warmth in her voice, a flicker of something more beneath the teasing exterior. "I didn’t think he would get such a young sexy wife or else I would've stole you on your wedding night," Jeevan replied. Kiara blushed as he caressed her navel opening playfully with his cold old trembling wrinkly fingers.
Jeevan’s grin didn’t fade; if anything, it deepened, the playful challenge still there, but now there was a hint of something more—something they both knew, but neither was ready to acknowledge just yet.
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