After The First Touch
"Both returned home. Maybe nothing changed, or maybe everything changed."
Soumya sat in her room, door closed, lights off. She kept rewinding that one moment — the first touch. It wasn't even planned. She was just helping her Jeet sir but she cannot help but wonder about the Adhoorapan she felt when he left her hand and the completeness she felt when his hand was in hers.And for her, time stopped there.
Her mind was replaying it on loop, trying to figure out if it meant something, or if she was just overthinking.But she surely knew she felt something beautiful.
And on the other side — Our Prayagraj ka bawal Jeet.
He was sitting confused, restless. He felt something too, but his mind wouldn't accept it. He kept telling himself, "It was just help. Junior ne mera hath khud s thama.Wo meri madad kr ri thi bas. His heart knew it was different but he was in denial.