Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Forgotten Things


Thursday, around 12:05 PM

The warm stream of water flowed over Neetu’s skin like liquid silk,

Soothing and insistent,

Tracing every delicate curve with a gentle persistence

That made her body shiver with quiet pleasure.

She leaned her head back against the cool tiled wall,

Eyes fluttering closed as the heat seeped deep into her muscles,

Loosening the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

A small sigh escaped her lips, soft and unguarded,

Mingling with the faint hiss of the water pouring down.

Around her, the bathroom was thick with steam,

A warm fog that blurred the edges of the small space and softened the sharpness of the world beyond.

The subtle scent of rose-scented body oil still clung to her skin, mingling with the fresh,

Clean aroma of water.

The droplets ran in shimmering rivulets down her neck and along the gentle swell of her collarbone,

Catching the light as they slid slowly in between her breasts.

For a few precious minutes, it was bliss—just Neetu and the warm water,

Wrapped in an intimate cocoon where time seemed to slow, and the outside world faded to nothing.

Her breathing settled into an easy cadence, each inhale pulling in the moist air,

Each exhale carrying away the weight of her worries.

She let herself sink into the moment,

feeling her body soften and stretch under the gentle touch of the water.

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[shailu4ever]

But then


A sudden sharp flicker of awareness pierced through her calm.

Her eyes snapped open, and a flicker of annoyance twisted through her chest.

The shelf beside the shower, where her shampoo and soap should have waited patiently,

Stood bare. Empty. Forgotten.

A soft curse slipped from her lips,

Low and frustrated.

How could she have forgotten the basics?

She usually showered in her own bathroom,

Where everything was within reach,

Every bottle and bar exactly where she needed it.

Her heart picked up pace, not from the chill of the realization,

but from something more subtle, more electric.

The knowledge that just beyond the thin barrier of this door,

Mere feet away, Ravi was there. So close, yet unreachable.

Her pulse fluttered unevenly as she imagined him sitting just outside,

His broad shoulders bent over his work, fingers tapping thoughtfully on the keyboard,

Utterly unaware of the moment unfolding behind the bathroom door.

Her skin prickled with a strange heat that wasn’t from the shower.

She bit down on her lower lip, pressing her wet palm to the cold tile,

Grounding herself, even as a daring thought flickered behind her eyes.


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[shailu4ever]

She could call out to him.


She could ask him for help.

But to do so would mean opening the door,

Stepping over an invisible line.

Neetu hesitated, her breath catching.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the lock.

For a few minutes, it was bliss, just her, wrapped in warmth,

Her body hidden away from the world.

But then, with a sudden jolt, her eyes snapped open.

Her breath caught.

She looked around the little shelf in the bathroom, empty. No shampoo. No soap.

Nothing but the running water sliding over her skin.

She cursed softly, half under her breath. How could I forget?

Her phone wasn’t here either.

She had two choices, wrap herself in the towel, step out dripping wet,

And risk being seen in ways she shouldn't…

Or… call him. Ask him.

Her lips twisted into a small, amused smile,

Even as her cheeks flushed with warmth that wasn’t from the steam.

How absurd.

How daring.

How dangerous.

She moved closer to the door, water still trailing down her bare skin,

Her pulse fluttering in her throat.

Her hand hesitated on the latch for a long moment,

But from the strange, intoxicating rush of being this close to a line.

Then, slowly, she turned the lock with a soft click, barely cracking the door open.

The cool air outside rushed in, brushing against her heated skin, making her shiver.

Her damp forehead glistened, droplets beading along her temple and slipping down her collarbone.


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[shailu4ever]

Just enough space. Just enough light.




She slipped her head through the tiny gap,


Water still dripping from her hair, her eyes scanning the room.

And there he was

Ravi

Exactly as she pictured him, seated just a few feet away.

Her voice came out low, a soft whisper that carried over the hum of the water still running behind her.

"Ravi…"

Her voice came—soft, trembling just slightly, carrying a mix of apology and invitation.

"Ravi…"

He froze instantly.

His gaze flicked instinctively to the fog spilling from the door,

Then to her face, her flushed cheeks, wet strands of hair clinging to her skin,

The droplets shimmering along her throat.

For one long second, neither of them spoke.

She could see it all in his eyes, the surprise,

The sharp jolt of awareness, and something else. Something darker, deeper.

Her breath hitched.

The water kept running behind her,

The steady rhythm like a heartbeat in the quiet bathroom.

Neetu’s fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the half-open door.

The cool wood pressing against her damp palm.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly, every breath a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

The steam curled around her, blurring the edges of the world, but her gaze stayed fixed on Ravi.

His eyes met hers, wide, alert, caught off guard.

She swallowed the lump rising in her throat, feeling the weight of the moment.

"Sorry…" she said softly, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and something more delicate,

More charged. "I… forgot my soap and shampoo in my bathroom."

His lips parted, but no words came out.

"They're… on the counter near the mirror. In my bathroom."

Her eyes held his, steady but vulnerable,

As if daring him to look away. "Could you… bring them for me? Please?"


Her words trembled just slightly toward the end, not out of fear,

But from the peculiar intimacy of the moment.

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[shailu4ever]

Behind the door...


She wasn’t wearing a towel.

She wasn’t covered at all.

Completely naked...

Just the warmth of water behind her

And this thin sliver of space through which she was now asking him to cross a threshold neither of them had ever approached before.

But he was still staring at her, wide-eyed, his expression unreadable, as though the air between them had thickened too much for words.

In her mind, the words echoed, What must he be thinking?

Did he imagine her now, standing there with nothing but dripping water and heat?

Her lips parted, just barely, waiting, watching him carefully.

She was asking for help in the most vulnerable way, baring a part of herself she usually kept carefully hidden.

Ravi’s breath hitched, and for a second, he struggled to find his voice.

The sight of her there, half-shielded by the door,

water tracing the lines of her skin, woke something deep inside him.

A mixture of protectiveness, desire, and the uneasy tension of crossing an invisible boundary.

“I—yeah. Of course,” he said finally, voice low, steadying himself. “I’ll get them.”

He rose, the click of the laptop lid closing sounding louder than usual in the charged silence.

His eyes didn’t leave hers as he stepped toward the hallway, careful not to look anywhere but at her,

Yet undeniably aware of her vulnerability.

Neetu watched him move, every step deliberate, as if time had slowed just for this moment.

The door remained slightly open, a fragile thread connecting them.

As Ravi disappeared down the hall toward her bedroom,

Neetu leaned back against the wall, closing the door softly.

Her heart thundered, a wild mix of adrenaline and something tender,

As her mind replayed his expression, the flicker of surprise, the careful restraint.

She knew this moment would linger with them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the fragile tension,

A dance around the edges of something neither dared name aloud.

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[shailu4ever]

Entering Neetu’s Bedroom


Thursday, shortly after 12:05 PM

The moment Ravi stepped inside Neetu’s bedroom, the atmosphere shifted.

It was as if he’d crossed an invisible threshold,

Leaving behind the shared spaces of the flat and entering a world wholly hers.

The room felt warm, intimate, wrapped in a quiet stillness that seemed to hold its breath.

His eyes drifted instinctively to the dressing table,

Cluttered with traces of Neetu’s daily rituals,

A scattering of hair clips, small bottles of perfume with glass stoppers catching the light,

A half-open jewelry box spilling a string of delicate bangles,

As if set down hurriedly and forgotten.

The scent of sandalwood and jasmine hung faintly, a subtle but unmistakable reminder of her.

The bed was slightly unmade, the soft cream sheet crumpled at the edge,

A dupatta half dbangd over the pillow,

Its fabric gently wrinkled as though it had just slipped from her touch.

The room held the quiet imprints of her presence,

The softness of her warmth lingering like a whispered secret.

Ravi’s breath caught slightly as he took it all in.

This was the first time he had ever stepped into her private world,

And every detail felt like a silent confession.

He moved carefully, as if not to disturb the delicate balance.

His fingers brushed against the edge of the dressing table,

Neetu’s presence seemed to hover in the air, intangible but palpable

The delicate scent, the faint traces of her routine, the casual disorder of a life lived fully.

For a moment, Ravi simply stood there, absorbing it all.

It was a glimpse behind a carefully held curtain,

A private corner of a woman who was far more than the smile she wore in the shared spaces of the flat.

In that quiet room, filled with the echoes of Neetu’s presence,

Ravi felt a stirring, a mixture of reverence and longing, 

As if he had just touched something precious and secret.

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[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s Bathroom


Ravi’s hand hesitated for a brief moment at the door before he gently pushed it open

The soft creak breaking the quiet stillness of the room.

The bathroom welcomed him with a warm, 

Familiar scent, delicate and faintly floral

Tinged with a whisper of sandalwood.

It was a scent that seemed to carry pieces of Neetu’s presence,

Like a quiet signature she left behind.

His eyes immediately caught the towel hanging on the hook by the door

Still slightly damp and softly scented.

It was the same towel she must have reached for just moments ago,

Warm, intimate, and utterly private.

The thought sent a slow,

Thrilling current weaving through him,

A sudden awareness of proximity that made his pulse quicken.


Ravi’s hand hovered over the laundry basket,

The moment stretching taut between his hesitation and the quiet beckoning of Neetu’s personal belongings.

The basket, woven from soft wicker, seemed almost too intimate, too close to her world,

A part of her that she hadn’t meant to share, yet here it was,

Laid bare before him in the quiet stillness of the bathroom.

His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of a soft t-shirt and a pair of leggings.


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[shailu4ever]

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Feeling the warmth that still clung to them


Fragments of her day, her routine, so effortlessly human and real.

The simplicity of it made him pause, for a moment he was thinking that had worn these clothes.

A darker corner where things more delicate, more personal, were tucked away.

Ravi leaned in.

He could already feel the soft, heady scent of Neetu’s perfume lingering in the air

Mingling with the faint hint of sandalwood.

A subtle pulse of heat spread through him as he glimpsed what lay beneath the surface,

Fine lace, soft satin

The intimate garments that belonged to no one but her.

He reached into the basket, 

His fingers brushing over a soft fabric, delicate to the touch.

He pulled out a pair of black lace panties

Their edges intricately designed with an elegance that mirrored Neetu’s grace.

The fabric was smooth, almost impossibly soft, yet firm in its structure.

His fingers traced the delicate lace,

Each intricate pattern an echo of her femininity, her private beauty.

Ravi’s breath hitched in his throat as he held the panties between his fingers

The sensation of the silk and lace beneath his touch both foreign and intimate.

There was a strange reverence in his movement,

An unspoken acknowledgment that he was holding something sacred, something deeply personal.

His mind raced, the sudden proximity to her clothing,

To her most intimate belongings, igniting a fire that surged through his veins.

The soft curve of the fabric, 

The way it clung to his fingers like a secret, 

Made his pulse quicken. 


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[readersp]

We are entering intimate territory!!! Mind blowing!!!

[shailu4ever]

We are entering intimate territory!!! Mind blowing!!!

Hi readersp

Glad to hear it’s hitting the mark! I’m excited to see where this goes, hope it keeps blowing your mind!

I thought it is about time to make Ravi bold.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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His thumb gently brushed over the bottom of it


where the lace met the satin,

It is still warm, probably, she wore it this morning.

He could almost feel her wetness in the fabric.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

He swallowed, but the taste of the air seemed heavier now,

Laden with the weight of desire and the thrilling uncertainty of this uncharted territory.

Slowly, almost reverently, he folded the lace panties back into the basket.

But his fingers lingered. They were still trembling,

As though the act of holding them had momentarily transported him into a world that belonged to Neetu alone.

He could feel the heat of his own breath in the cool air, the racing of his heart in his chest.

His thoughts felt muddled, disoriented by the intensity of the moment.

Then, his hand brushed against another item, a matching bra, soft and pale pink,

The lacework even more intricate, the fabric delicate and silky.

His fingers hesitated for the briefest of moments before he lifted it carefully from the basket.

As he held the bra in his hands, he couldn't help but imagine the way it must feel against her skin,

How it would fit perfectly around her full breasts

The gentle support it provided.

He ran his fingertips along the lace edging, the smoothness of the fabric teasing his senses.

He held it up to the light, watching the way the delicate fabric shimmered under his touch,

And for a moment, he felt a strange sense of ownership,

As though this small garment contained a part of Neetu that he could almost claim for himself.


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[shailu4ever]

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He was lost in the sensation of holding the bra



Unable to pull his focus away.

The curve of the cups. They are 36D.

The soft, inviting fabric around them, draw him deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

His breath grew heavier, each inhale sharper than the last,

As though the very air in the room had thickened around him, suffused with the scent of Neetu’s presence.

The thought of her wearing this bra, the way it would mold to her body,

Filled his mind with vivid, pulsing images.

It was a thought that he could neither resist nor fully embrace,

A forbidden glimpse into a world that, until now, had remained hidden from him.

His fingers traced the intricate lace, feeling the texture beneath his skin,

Almost as if trying to imprint the sensation into his memory.

But every part of him seemed to ache with the knowledge that this was not just fabric, it was a piece of her,

Something that had touched her, something that held the warmth of her body.

For a long moment, Ravi stayed frozen, the bra still held delicately in his hands,

The air thick with the weight of his thoughts.

He felt exposed, almost as if he had crossed an invisible line between admiration and something more,

Something he wasn’t sure he was ready to face.

He gently folded the bra, placing it back into the basket with a carefulness that seemed to echo the quiet intensity of his feelings.

As he took one final look at the basket,

The garments now lying quietly together,

He realized he was not just holding pieces of fabric, but fragments of Neetu herself.

And in that moment,

Ravi knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

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[readersp]

Ravi has mentally crossed a line..now only the physical intimacy is remaining!!! Keep them coming Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

Ravi has mentally crossed a line..now only the physical intimacy is remaining!!! Keep them coming Shailu ji!!!

Hi readersp

Thanks for the feedback! 

Glad you’re feeling the progression with Ravi. 

I’m definitely building up to that next step, so stay tuned to see where things go!

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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At the Common Bathroom Door - Where Neetu is showering now



Ravi approached the bathroom door, soap and shampoo carefully cradled in his hands.

Ravi stood just outside the bathroom door

The soap and shampoo cradled carefully in his hands.

As he reached out to knock, the door creaked open just a crack,

A sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway.

A hand emerged first, wet, slender, and delicate.

Her fingers glistened with droplets that shimmered like tiny stars caught in the soft light.

The sheen of moisture made her skin appear almost ethereal, inviting.

“Got it?” Her voice was a breathy whisper,

Husky and intimate, barely louder than the quiet hum of the shower inside.

Ravi’s heart skipped a beat.

He nodded silently, unable to speak, even though she couldn’t see.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the soap and held it out to her.

Their fingers met first,

His fingertips brushing hers, slick with water,

The smooth soap cool between them.

The contact was electric and tender, but neither moved to pull away.

Instead, their hands stayed connected, playing a delicate game

His fingers tracing faint circles over the soft, wet skin of her palm


While hers curled around the soap

Drawing him in with silent invitation.




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[readersp]

Waiting eagerly

[shailu4ever]

Waiting eagerly

Hahaha, trust me, I am typing very fast on my phone screen.    

Next update is coming right now.


-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

A slow, shivery warmth pooled in Ravi’s chest as their fingers tangled and lingered.


It was more than touch

It was a conversation

A teasing promise exchanged without words.

Her hand tightened slightly, holding the soap close,

Then her fingers traced the back of his hand in a featherlight caress that made him inhale sharply.

“You’re careful,” she murmured, voice low and teasing,

“Almost like you don’t want to wash away the memory of me.”

Ravi’s lips curved in a slow smile.

“Maybe I don’t,” he replied softly. “Or maybe I want to be part of it.”

She chuckled, a warm, rich sound that seemed to vibrate through the narrow gap.

“That’s dangerously bold of you, Ravi.”

His thumb brushed gently along her knuckles,

The subtle pressure a promise. “I like danger.”

Her hand then slipped around the shampoo bottle.

As he handed it over, their fingers met again, longer this time, gliding together, wet and warm.

“Thanks, Ravi,” she whispered, her voice thick with laughter and something deeper,

Something thrilling. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Good,” he said, voice low and steady, “Because I’m only getting started.”


A playful pause hung between them.

Then, with a soft, teasing sigh, she slowly withdrew her hand

The droplets trailing back into the bathroom as the door closed gently but deliberately.


The click echoed softly, a seal on the moment, but the heat of their exchange lingered in the cool air,



An unspoken invitation pulsing just beneath the surface.

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[kavitha99]

excellent story

[shailu4ever]

excellent story

Hi Kavitha99

Thank you very much for your compliments. 

I’m thrilled to hear that you enjoyed the story!

Warm regards

-- Shailu