Arjun sat at his desk, blueprints scattered before him. But his mind refused to stay anchored. The soft hum of the ceiling fan and the distant honking from Poonamallee High Road blended into the night’s stillness. The glass windows were wide open, curtains drawn aside. He liked the air, the openness.
It had been three weeks since Priya had gone to her mother’s in T. Nagar just after their baby was born. She needed help. It made sense. But the house had grown too quiet in her absence-especially the nights.
That was when he first noticed her. Donna. She lived next door, final year MBBS, always with a satchel slung over her shoulder and dark rings under her eyes. He’d seen her in the mornings heading to class and in the evenings, watering the plants on her window ledge.
But something had shifted recently. Her glances lingered when they crossed paths on the staircase. Once, she brushed past him on the terrace, offering only a quiet “Hi.” But her smile wasn’t innocent. Not entirely.
One evening, he changed out of his work shirt in the Study. He caught a flicker of movement in the window opposite. Donna’s light was off, but her silhouette was there, barely visible behind the slats of her curtain. He turned his back quickly, heart pounding. Had she seen him? Did she look away?
The next morning, she passed him on the stairs again. Her eyes met his. There was something different in her smile. Hesitant but knowing.
It was a Sunday evening, humid after a short drizzle. The concrete terrace still held the day’s heat. Arjun had stepped up with a mug of tea, hoping the breeze would clear his head. A few lights flickered across the neighbourhood. The hum of television floating across from somewhere.
He wasn’t expecting company. Donna was already there, leaning against the low boundary wall. Her hair was tied up, and her earphones dangled around her neck. She wore a loose T-shirt and pyjama pants-casual and comfortable. Yet something about her posture and her presence made him pause.
She looked over. No surprise, no shyness this time.
“Hi,” she said, voice soft.
“Hey,” Arjun replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. “Taking a break from books?”
“Yeah,” she said, glancing down at her feet before looking back at him. “The final year is no joke. Especially surgery postings. You barely get time to breathe.”
He smiled politely. “You seem to be handling it fine.”
She shrugged, then tilted her head. “You work late nights, don’t you? I always see your study light on.”
Arjun hesitated. There was an edge to her voice. Not teasing, not accusatory-just curious. “Yeah, structural engineering doesn’t wait for the sun,” he said lightly. “Clients want changes overnight.”
She nodded. Silence fell between them. It’s not awkward-just loaded. Then she said it, almost too casually, “Your room’s got no curtains. I can see everything from mine.”
He turned his head slowly, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were calm, unreadable.
“I didn’t realise,” he said.
She smiled. “You knew. You just didn’t think I’d be watching.”
That shook him. He sipped his tea to hide the sudden dryness in his throat. When he looked again, she was still smiling. But her cheeks were a little red, and her eyes darted away.
“I wasn’t trying to…” He started, then trailed off. What could he say?
“I know,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”
They stood like that for a moment longer, and then she turned, the moment passing like a cloud over the moon. “Goodnight, Arjun.” He watched her walk down the stairs. Every step echoed in his chest.
The next few nights, Arjun found himself oddly restless. He would sit in his Study, trying to focus on a bridge design for a hill town in Kerala, but the numbers blurred. His mind would wander-to the terrace, to Donna’s eyes, to her voice.
And then to that line, she’d left him with: You knew. You just didn’t think I’d be watching.
He began to notice the patterns. Donna’s light would flick on in her room shortly after his. Sometimes, the curtains were drawn. Sometimes not. And sometimes, he saw her silhouette move across the window-changing clothes, brushing her hair, dancing slowly to music he couldn’t hear.
She never waved. Never stared. But she knew he was watching now, too. One night, the city was unusually quiet. A power cut had hit half the neighbourhood, but Arjun’s inverter kept his Study lit. A hot breeze came in through the open window.
He peeled off his shirt, sweat clinging to his back. Then he paused-because something felt different. He glanced across. Donna’s room was dark. But she was there, again, just barely lit by the faint amber glow from the corridor behind her. Her curtain was half-pulled.
She stood near the window-not fully visible, just enough. Wearing a thin white kurti, no dupatta. Her hands were at her sides. Still.
Watching.
He didn’t move. Neither did she.
His breath grew heavy. He didn’t know what this was anymore-a game? A silent agreement? Was she waiting for him to do something? Or warning him not to?
Then, her head tilted just slightly. Not an invitation. Not a rejection. Something in between. Arjun took a step back. He pulled the curtain closed slowly, not out of shame but restraint. His heart pounded. He was sweating now for reasons that had nothing to do with Chennai’s summer.
He sat down, lights still on. Curtain shut. But even through the fabric, he could feel her there, just beyond the glass.
Two days passed. No terrace encounters. No silhouettes behind the glass.
Arjun kept his curtains shut now. Not to hide from her-but to hide from himself. But it didn’t help. Every creak in the wall, every movement outside his window, felt like her.
Then came Thursday. A warm night. Too warm for sleep. He went up to the terrace past midnight, hoping the air would cool him down. The streets below were quiet-just the occasional bark of a street dog, a scooter echoing in the distance.
And then the door behind him creaked open. Donna stepped out barefoot, her long T-shirt clinging slightly to her in the humidity, a bottle of water in her hand. Her hair was damp-fresh from a shower. She blinked in the moonlight, surprised to see him.
“Oh,” she said. “Didn’t think anyone would be up.”
He nodded, unsure of what to say. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward-but thick with everything unspoken.
“I haven’t seen you,” he said finally.
“I’ve been… staying away,” she replied. “Didn’t want to make things more complicated.”
Her honesty hit him like a wave. No games now. Just truth.
“I should’ve closed the curtains sooner,” he said.
Donna walked over, not close, but close enough for him to smell coconut oil in her hair. “I didn’t mind,” she said. “But I didn’t want to be the reason you started looking for something that isn’t yours to want.”
He swallowed. “It’s not that simple.”
“I know.” Her voice was soft now. “Your wife’s not here. You’re tired. Lonely. And I’m not a child.”
He turned toward her, really seeing her-not just the shape of her body or the glow of her skin in the moonlight. But the way she was standing. Strong, yet vulnerable. Wanting, yet unsure.
“I haven’t touched you,” he said, almost defensively.
“You don’t have to,” she whispered. “You already have.”
Her words hung there-bare, raw. And then she took one step closer. He could feel the heat from her skin. Her breath. But she didn’t lean in. Didn’t reach for him.
Instead, she said: “If I stay here one more second, something will happen that we won’t be able to take back.”
Arjun didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His body was screaming. His mind was a battlefield.
Donna’s eyes searched his face. “Do you want that, Arjun?”
He didn’t answer. She nodded, reading the silence. Then, slowly, she turned and walked back toward the door. But before stepping inside, she looked back once, her face calm, certain.
“When you’re ready to tell the truth to yourself,” she said, “you’ll know where to find me.” And with that, she disappeared down the stairs. Arjun stood alone under the night sky, breathless-not from what had happened, but from what hadn’t.
It happened four nights later. Rain fell without warning-quick, heavy, tropical. Arjun stood at his study window, curtain half drawn, watching it soak the terrace tiles and bounce off the metal railing. The baby’s photo frame sat by his desk.
Priya had sent a voice note that morning-soft updates about colic, feeding schedules, and the baby’s first smile. He’d listened. Twice. But now, the house was quiet again. And his thoughts-restless.
A soft knock pulled him from the window. Three taps. Barely audible. He froze.
Then turned. Donna stood at his door, her clothes damp from the rain, strands of hair sticking to her face. No umbrella. No reason to be there-except one.
“I didn’t want to knock louder,” she said, her voice low. “Didn’t want to wake the street.”
Arjun said nothing. He stepped aside. She walked in. The air shifted. No words now. Just breath, thunder in the distance, and the sound of dripping rain from her clothes to the floor.
“I wasn’t going to come,” she said, still not looking at him. “But this rain made me. My parents are not home, and I forgot my keys in hospital. Is it okay if I stay tonight?”
He didn’t move. So she did. She reached for the hem of her shirt and gave a twist. Huge rain water gushed from the fabric. Arjun could see that her t-shirt was completely drenched. Beneath it, bare skin and a thin black bra were visible to some extent.
He stepped toward her then-closer than he ever had. He touches her hair, “You are wet. Would you like my wife’s clothes?”
“Do you have any choice? If you don’t give me some time, you will have to see me naked. I can’t survive in wet clothes,” she said, winking.
“That won’t be a surprise. Your clothes are already revealing too much of everything.”
“That’s why you kept looking? Enough of measuring me. Go bring clothes,” she said.
“There’s no power. My inverter works only for my Study. I have a T-shirt and shorts for you now. Adjust for now,”
She didn’t have a choice. He gave her those, and she looked at him as if asking where to change. He understood her question and said, “Your clothes are dripping. Better change here. I will turn around.”
She didn’t have any problem. She removed her clothes, used the towel he gave her to dry her and then wore the dress he gave her. With just his thin t-shirt, her nipples were clearly visible. Arjun tried not to look at it and make this situation awkward. He then took her to the Study and switched on the fan.
When she got a little comfortable, she started explaining how his Study would be from her home. She has seen him a few times eating, singing, and sometimes dancing, too. She paused for a while and said, “I have seen you shagging too. But sadly, it was over your pyjamas.”
Arjun was shocked and was speechless. But his eyes kept wandering to her nipples. She knew what he was watching and said, “I suppose you need shagging now too”. Arjun looked down, realising he had a visible erection. He didn’t hide. She came closer.
The kiss wasn’t rushed. It came like breath after holding it too long. Mouths searching, not claiming. Fingers trembling at first, then confident. Her hands were under his shirt, tracing his ribs. His lips were at her throat, then lower.
They moved to the floor-papers scattered, laptop pushed aside.
The glass window watched them both. But this time, no one else did. She pulled down his trousers, took his dick in her hands and started stroking it. He felt heaven. He then removed her t-shirt, now watching live something that was barely hidden.
She had perfect breasts. He couldn’t resist pressing and sucking them. She got down to suck his dick, deciding to practically experience what her friends at college used to tease her with. She finally chose Arjun’s dick to be her first experience.
But Arjun didn’t feel like she was a virgin. It was heaven. She sucked him like it was a lollipop with front and back movements. When he was about to cum, Arjun stopped her, removed her shorts to reveal her perfectly shaved pussy. He parted those lips and started licking her.
It was new for her, and she was in another world. She jerked and released after about 15 minutes. Arjun now wanted the final step, and she was ready for it. He thrust his erection into her dripping pussy. Though it was a virgin pussy, her liquids gave perfect lubrication. That reduced her pain a little bit.
Arjun took his time to break her hymen and made sure she enjoyed it. They made love for a long time. Hours passed like seconds. And when it was over, they lay side by side on the floor, his arm beneath her head, her eyes open to the ceiling.
No one said anything. There was no need. The storm outside was still raging. But the glass between them? Gone.