Sukhna Lake was quiet as Urvin spread out the blanket in the sun on the soft grass, between a small group of trees and the shimmering water.
After kicking off her shoes, revealing bright teal-painted toenails that matched the fresh polish on her fingers, she sat down on the blanket. She pulled out her large pad and a pencil, then rolled onto her side with her bottom leg stretched out beautifully, and her upper leg bent with her knee pointing up in the air.
Vyom sat down on the opposite side after placing the basket on the grass just off the blanket. He, too, rolled onto his side to face her, the large sketchpad resting like a physical wall between them as she made seemingly random, soft lines and curves on the thick paper.
With Urvin’s complete attention focused on drawing, Vyom stole a quiet moment to look at her freely. The elegant lines of her nose, cheeks, jaw, and chin were at the same time sharp and incredibly gentle. The collar of her crop top dipped just low enough to provide a teasing, forbidden view of her creamy cleavage. The traditional Phulkari vest framed her curves beautifully. She wore a sparkling silver belly ring, and he realized with a shock that he never even knew she had a piercing down there. Her golden, soft thighs pushed out beautifully as they escaped the tight denim shorts she wore, and her smooth, freshly shaved legs reflected the warm sun above.
She caught him looking once. Then twice. He had quickly pretended to just be looking around the lake each time… but she definitely noticed.
Ki oh…? Ki oh sach vich…? Oh my god, woh mainu ghoor reha hai…
A hot rush of color instantly flooded Urvin’s cheeks. Any other time, she would have loudly called a boy out for the staring behavior, teased him endlessly about being a creep, and probably dug a grape out of the basket to throw at his head playfully.
But… this was Vyom. Her younger brother. And while he absolutely shouldn’t be looking her over like this, checking out her thighs and cleavage… she honestly kind of liked the burning attention. And she knew exactly how sick and wrong it was, on both their parts. Instead of scolding him, she just kept drawing nervously, biting her lower lip hard while thinking of how to start the rest of her secret plan.
Vyom cleared his throat awkwardly and finally spoke as he dragged out a heavy textbook.
“Kya bana rahi hai?”
“Kuch khaas nahi. Bas productive banne di acting kar rahi haan, aur is naye 2B mechanical pencil nu test kar rahi haan jo main parson khareeda si.”
“Ah,” he said simply.
Looking at the massive sketch pad that was larger than his chest, he spoke up again. “Yeh book bohot badi hai. Tainu pata hai na, chote paper vi milde ne market vich.”
“Jo hai so hai. Paper di quality matter kardi hai. Main chahti haan ki mere paas kuch portable hove jo main hamesha saath rakh sakun, par main uspar paise waste nahi karna chahti. Shayad main Papaji nu bolungi Diwali te gift karne layi.”
“Fair enough,” he said, mentally deciding right then and there exactly what to buy her for the upcoming festival.
