MARRIED 'SINGLES'

TERRACE AND TALK

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Ruhaan's cafe, a cozy little spot with warm lighting and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, was a haven for many. The steady hum of conversation and the clinking of cups filled the air, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Ruhaan was behind the counter, expertly crafting drinks, when he noticed Raima walk in. Her expression was a mix of frustration and fatigue, clearly out of sorts.

Ruhaan looked up and greeted her with a friendly smile. "Hey Raima, what's up? You seem off today."

Raima gave a half-hearted shrug. "Nothing much. Just needed a coffee."

He could sense there was more to it but decided not to pry. "Duty over early today?"

Raima shook her head. "No, I just took the day off. Felt like I needed a break."

Ruhaan nodded, understanding. He quickly got to work, preparing her favorite coffee blend. As he handed her the steaming cup, Raima took a sip and complimented him. "This is perfect, as always."

Ruhaan blinked in surprise at her sudden praise. "Thanks, Raima. You're making me blush."

Raima's gaze fell to his left arm, which seemed to be moving oddly. "Did you hurt yourself or something?"

Ruhaan winced slightly before admitting, "Yeah, I took a fall last night. Some idiot crashed into me while I was on my bike."

Raima's eyes widened with concern, and she began to scold him. "You need to be more careful! You can't just go around being reckless."

Ruhaan chuckled and gently grabbed her hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Hold on, let me explain. It wasn't my fault; the guy came from the wrong direction."

Raima's face flushed with embarrassment as she bit her lower lip. She was momentarily at a loss for words. "Oh... well, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

Ruhaan smiled, his eyes warm with appreciation. "Either way, thanks for caring."

Raima tried to hide her blush, rolling her eyes as she played along with his teasing. "Don't think you're off the hook. I'll help you with that arm, but don't expect any sympathy for the pranks you've pulled on me."

Ruhaan laughed, a bit nervous about the idea of her help. "I'm not so sure about that. I remember those pranks pretty well. I don't want you dislocating my shoulder as revenge."

Raima gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. "Stop being childish. I can see it's bothering you, so let me help."

Ruhaan nodded with a smile, appreciating her persistence. He signaled to one of his staff to cover for him and followed Raima to the small room at the back of the café. This space was designed for Ruhaan to take breaks and unwind, but today it was going to serve a different purpose.

Raima gestured to a chair and said firmly, "Sit down. I need you to take off your shirt."

Ruhaan's eyes widened in exaggerated surprise. "Boasting about my handsomeness doesn't mean you get to see me shirtless. Besides, it would look weird with us being best friends."

Raima rolled her eyes. "I've dealt with more handsome men than you. Just shut up and do what I say."

Ruhaan sulked but couldn't ignore the seriousness in her tone. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly, each movement deliberate. Raima watched with a mix of amusement and impatience, clearly unimpressed with his slow pace.

"Come on, Ruhaan," she said, swatting his hand away. "Let me handle this."

Before he could protest further, Raima took over, deftly unbuttoning his shirt with practiced speed. Her hands brushed against his skin as she opened the shirt, and Ruhaan's breath caught in his throat. Her perfume, a subtle yet intoxicating fragrance, enveloped him as she leaned closer. He inhaled deeply, the scent mixing with an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation that made his heart race.