Yo, I have yet another drabble. This one can be set whenever you like. I just think that since Abhi and Pragya lived together for so long in such close quarters, they probably had a lot of awkward encounters. Here's one I thought up. Enjoy.
"Please?" Pragya was slightly begging by this point. Only slightly. She couldn't insult herself by admitting to more.
"Please what?"
Abhi was only teasing. That's what she kept telling herself to restrain from knocking him in the head with one of his own dumbbells. She may love him, but that didn't stop her from occasionally wanting to give him a good whack.
She grit her teeth. "PLEASE give me my clothes!"
"Well, if you said please, how can I not?" his voice drifted in.
Sighing in relief, she opened the door just a bit and stuck her hand out. After a minute, when a soft feeling entered her hand, she immediately pulled it in.
"Thank you," she breathed as she closed the door. But when she looked down, she had to yell out a second later. "These are not my clothes!"
"Your wardrobe is locked!" her husband yelled back. "Just wear mine and get yours, unless you'd like to come out in just a towel. Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Have some shame," she was whining by this point. Of course the one day she forgot to bring her stuff into the bathroom with her would be the one day Abhi was home. And of course that one day would be the day he refused to leave their bedroom so she couldn't exactly go back to get it. "And you haven't seen any of it before! Unlike someone, I don't pride myself in walking around half naked!"
No answer came, meaning he must have left. She adjusted her wet hair out of her face and bit her lip. If he was gone, could she sneak out and grab something? It seemed like she had no other option. There was no way she would wear his sweats and t-shirt.
Wrapping her towel above her chest tightly, she took a shaky breath and opened the door. She started to walk quickly, hoping to dive back into the bathroom before Abhi came back.
Pragya realized very quickly that this was a huge mistake. Abhi was there. Right there. In front of her. She shrieked.
His mouth promptly dropped and the anarkali he was holding fell to the floor. His eyes roved over her figure...her wet figure. He had to swallow hard when he realized that her legs still had drops of water on them, and the water from her hair dripped down to her shoulders. He eyed a particular drop as it rolled down her collarbone to the concave of her breasts and behind the towel towards-
Before he did something stupid, he forced himself to spin around. He could hear her still shrieking about how he was staring at her, but he barely heard her.
"When I told you that you could come out in just a towel," Abhi croaked. "I didn't think you'd actually do it!"
"I thought you were gone!" she crossed her arms over her chest. "When I spoke, you didn't answer!"
"I just went to try and find the key to your wardrobe! I was going to bring you your anarkali!" Abhi shouted back with equal gusto.
That silenced her.
"Thank you," she eventually whispered. He heard her footsteps as she came closer, and he stiffened, praying she wouldn't touch him. Luckily, she didn't as she grabbed the anarkali on the ground and walked back to the bathroom.
Abhi could only sigh in relief as he walked back to the bed and flopped down face first. He groaned into the sheets.
"I hate myself."
Well, he'd definitely seen her now.
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