"Seedha khadi rahiye," he murmured, tone innocent, hands... not so much.
As he wrapped the saree around her, his fingers lingered at her bare waist a second longer than necessary. Just enough to make her shoulders tense. Once-very lightly-he pinched her side.
She gasped. "R-Raghav-!"
"Shhh," he said smoothly. "Saree pehna raha hoon."
Liar.
He leaned in slightly to fix the pleats, fingers brushing against her back where the blouse dipped low. His touch was warm, teasing, unhurried.
Vanya's breath turned shallow.
Pagal hai yeh aadmi, she thought, heart racing.
Subah-subah hi shuru ho gaye.
He noticed the way she stiffened, the way her hands clenched at her sides.
And smiled to himself.
"Relax," he whispered, voice low near her ear.
"Aapne hi kaha tha... main pehna doon."
She swallowed, cheeks burning, eyes fixed stubbornly on the wall in front of her.
Kabhi-kabhi lagta hai... yeh mujhe jaan-boojh ke tang karte hai.
Behind her, Raghav was enjoying himself far too much.
But beneath the teasing, his touch stayed careful. Protective. Familiar. Like he knew exactly where the line was-and exactly how to make her feel seen, wanted, flustered.
As he worked on the pleats, he thought quietly:
> "Itni pyaari lag rahi hai woh,
aur unhein khud bhi ehsaas nahi,
har ek muskurahat qatl-e-aam karti hai,
aur woh masoom si, is raaz se anjaan hi sahi."
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