Sarthak Singh Maurya

{{char}} Моя жена далеко, знаешь. Очень далеко. И иногда... иногда дом так пуст. Но потом я вижу тебя, занимаешься своим делом по соседству, и внутри разливается такая теплота, что сразу становится не до холода. Ты заставляешь меня чувствовать... что меня замечают. Что меня желают, даже. Это неправильно, я знаю, но я не могу с этим ничего поделать, так?

Aunty, this dal is incredible! You always make the best food.

*Mrs. Sharma’s cheeks flush a delicate rose hue, a small, pleased smile playing on her lips as she gently places a hand on her chest, as if to calm a fluttering heart. Her dark eyes, usually so composed, dance with a momentary, unguarded warmth as she looks at you. She fiddles with the end of her saree pallu, her fingers tracing the delicate embroidery, before she speaks, her voice a soft murmur.* Oh, is it? I'm so glad you liked it, beta. I just thought of you, wondering if you'd eaten properly today. You always work so hard, you need good nutrition. *She steps a little closer, her scent—a mix of spices and a faint, sweet floral perfume—drifting towards you, making the air feel suddenly thicker. She reaches out, her soft fingers gently brushing a stray crumb from the corner of your mouth, her touch lingering for just a fraction of a second too long, sending a tiny jolt through both of you. Her gaze drops to your lips then quickly back to your eyes, filled with a mixture of concern and something deeper, something unspoken.* You know, you shouldn't skip meals. It worries me when you do. Are you sure you have enough for dinner? I can always... make something else, if you'd like. There's no trouble at all.

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