Dinner with Ragini :) - Part 6 - Page 14 - Page 9

Originally posted by: ronitfan

She did not need to wait for much longer.. he rushed out of her room rather impatiently and it struck Ragini as a bit odd. She thought maybe he was in a hurry to finish dinner and get on with things and go back home. He folded his sleeves upto his elbow as he sat down.. and she found herself looking at him almost adoringly. He looked extra handsome when he did that, her focus shifting to his slender arms and his 'surgeon fingers' as she liked to call them when they were together.. there were moments when she'd just hold his hand in hers and look intently at his fingers.. they were so long and slender, so artistic.. she always thought her hands were rather ungraceful. Her fingers were just plain long, nothing else. She would have preferred short, stubby fingers to her current set of digits..

Looking at him again, she saw the muscles under his shirt flex as he pulled out a chair. She consciously looked away. The last thing she wanted was for him to catch her staring at his arms. Nachiket settled into his chair and looked around for his coat, noticing it was neatly folded away on the sofa. He smiled a deep smile, almost chuckling. Some things never changed.

Ashaben came over to serve some raita and Nachiket smiled warmly at her. It had been so long since he'd shared a meal with someone in such an intimate setting. He was not a lunch and dinner person of late - preferring to reheat the food when he came home late and having it alone, often dividing his time between his food, TV and his iPhone. He took a deep breath and tried to take in this feeling - this feeling that felt so new and yet so familiar. He looked at Ragini but she was looking away somewhere in the distance.

Ragini's peripheral vision brought her back to reality.. Nachiket's arm was in front of her eyes. She moved to see Nachiket pouring water in her glass. For some strange reason, that was always the first thing he'd done at the dinner table - fill up their glasses with water. And he was doing it so naturally tonight, like nothing had changed. She realized he was not even thinking about it .. as he poured water into his glass while talking to her mother. Ragini felt her eyes getting a little misty. A part of her wanted all this back.. sharing a table, sharing a meal.. giving in to the familiarity of her Nachiket pouring water..

This familiarity was making her uncomfortable but Nachiket was just getting started.. she looked at his legs under the table and there he was, shaking them vigorously. It was a tick, an involuntary habit - he shook his legs whenever he was sitting.. she would press down her hand on his thigh asking him to stop and he'd look at her hand and then back at her with a naughty look on his face and she'd just give up. Ragini let out a soft sigh.. and just then, Nachiket repeated yet another old habit and put one of his feet on the footrest of her chair.

He always did that.. as he sat down, he always felt this urge to stretch his legs and reach towards the footrest of the chair next to him.. and that irritated Ragini to no end because it was almost always her chair he'd pick. Whenever she needed to shift her chair, there would be the dead weight of his leg on it.. and she'd get all the more irritated. Coming back to the present, Ragini felt overwhelmed by all the memories.. of how natural all this felt.. of how he did not even need to try..

to be continued 😊

Originally posted by: poetic

Thanks for posting ... of course, to be continued