When Mayuri walks into my place for our second date, I’m done for. You’d think after our first date, I’d be used to her towering height. But the moment she ducks under my doorway, all I can think is, This is it. This is the girl I’ve been waiting to meet. Because, yeah, I’ve always had a secret fantasy about dating a tall woman. The taller, the better. And Mayuri? She’s practically my dream come true.
After our first date, we started conversing online a lot. And by a lot, I mean hours. Hours and hours of silly banter, casual teasing, my poor jokes, and her even poorer ones. It seems like a match made in heaven.
I’m so infatuated with her height that every second day, I ask for a pic of her, and boy, does she make it hard to get those pics. I have to practically beg before she finally gives in and sends me one on Snapchat.
Her ever-imposing persona with that cute face and, dare I say, sexy figure in crop tops and shorts...it’s enough to keep me on Cloud 9. I’m loving every moment of it.
I figure we’ll settle in with snacks or a movie, but the moment she catches my eye, I can tell she has other plans. There’s this mischievous glint in her eye, like she’s up to something. “Shivam,” she says, her voice laced with excitement, “I have an idea. Let’s do a height comparison video!”
“A what?” I laugh, trying to sound unfazed, though she’s clearly reading my mind. Here I am, barely at her chest level, and she wants to capture that? I can’t think of a better scenario if I tried.
Before I can object, she grabs her phone, setting up this app to measure our heights. “Alright, little guy, against the wall,” she commands with a grin, clearly enjoying the authority her height gives her.
I roll my eyes but can’t help grinning. “Alright, fine. Go easy on me.” I have to crane my neck just to meet her gaze as she looms over me, arms crossed, a playful smirk on her face.
She chuckles, crouching slightly to adjust the app, her face finally level with mine. “Aw, don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s accurate, Mr. Just-Below-Chest-Level,” she teases, giving me a pointed look as she emphasizes my position.
She smirks every time she glances down at me like she’s savoring the difference between us. Standing this close, I can feel her warmth and smell her perfume. Vanilla, this time. Yummy.
“Alright, Mr. Five-Foot-Nothing,” she declares, flashing the screen at me with a mock pout. “Are you sure you’re not cheating with your hair gel?”
“Excuse me,” I mutter, feigning offense. “I am well over 5 feet, thank you. Maybe you’re just a giant.”
She laughs, shaking her head as she looks down at me, clearly reveling in the difference. “Maybe,” she says, ruffling my hair. “But I think you kind of like it, don’t you?”
My face goes red, but I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Well…maybe.”
“My turn,” she declares, straightening up to her full, imposing height. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, her eyeballs peering down at me, waiting for me to measure her, clearly enjoying every second of the little power play.
I stretch up on my tiptoes, reaching up with the phone as high as I can. But honestly? I’m barely at chest level, and her head might as well be a mile away. How much Complan did this girl drink in childhood? I can barely see the top of her toned shoulders, let alone her head!
“Need a step stool?” she teases, looking down with an amused smirk.
“Oh, stop,” I mutter, trying not to laugh as I hold the phone at the very limit of my reach. She’s staring down at me with that intimidating, almost playful expression, like she knows exactly how much I’m loving this—and isn’t about to let me forget it.
She chuckles, taking the phone from me with an effortless reach. “Let me show you how it’s done, shorty,” she says, angling the phone to capture her full height.
As she raises her arm to take her measurement, I realize I’m not even close to her armpit. I don’t know why weird things like this get me so excited, but I can feel my heart racing.
“Six feet, five inches,” she announces, looking down at me like she’s the ruler of a kingdom.
All of her 77 inches glow on the smartphone screen.
I grin up at her, though I have to admit, standing there under her gaze, practically dwarfed, I feel like a little kid in some sort of fairytale. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, loving every second of it. “Just in case I needed another reminder.”
She laughs, crossing her arms as she looks down at me, a teasing glint in her eye. “Face it, Shivam,” she says, her tone light but with a hint of authority. “You’re basically my little buddy at this point.”
Only if I were shorter, how amazing that would be...
I pretend to groan, but inside, I’m thrilled. This is exactly what I’d secretly wanted—finding someone who doesn’t just tower over me but owns every inch of it with confidence and grace. And Mayuri? She isn’t just tall; she’s perfect.
Fate has a weird way of helping you meet people when you least expect it.
As we finally settle on the couch, still laughing about the height comparison, she shoots me a serious look and speaks softly. “So…does it ever bother you?”
Without hesitation, I shake my head. “Are you kidding? No way.” I shrug, trying to play it cool but feeling every word. “If anything, I love it.”
She raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased and maybe even a little surprised by my honesty. And just like that, I know she’ll remember that answer for a long time. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to keep looking up at her like this, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
"Okay, shorty, now make me Maggi. I'm hongry."
I shake my head. So tall, so gracious, yet she's just like a child. Or shall I say, my baby.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Note from the author
Well, my dearies, how did you like this one? Don't you worry, I have some more tricks & creativity up my sleeve and thanks to the quick & prompt responses from my AI masterkit, I'm pretty sure gonna deliver them to you very soon.
I'm thinking about publishing this on Wattpad as well. What do ya guys think?
See you next time with another crazy height comparison adventure between the tall Mayuri and shorty Shivam in my own unique crazy manner :)
No comments:
Post a Comment