Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Silk Against Silence


Sirisha stretched her arms lazily above her head,

The delicate curve of her back arching just enough for the shirt she wore to rise slightly over her thighs.

She sank deeper into the plush couch, a slow, contented sigh escaping her lips.

The hem of Ravi’s shirt caught on her skin, grazing the soft curve of her legs, but she didn’t bother adjusting it.

This time, she let it stay, let the fabric cling to her like a second skin, basking in the weight of the moment.

Her eyes half-lidded, she watched him from her position on the couch,

Her bare legs curled beneath her, every inch of her languid and easy in a way that made his breath hitch.

She radiated warmth, softness. She was all silk and sleep,

And it was as if the air around her had turned heavier, more intimate, with each passing second.

“I’m not sleepy,” she murmured, her voice slow, thick with an undertone he could almost taste.

“But I feel like I could lie here forever…”

Her gaze met his, intense yet playful.

Her cheek rested against the pillow, and her lips curved just enough to make his heart stutter.

“You okay?” she asked gently, her voice soft, coaxing, like she already knew the answer.

Ravi swallowed, nodding, though the truth was written all over him.

The sight of her sprawled across his couch, long and lithe in nothing but his shirt, was enough to leave him breathless.

The soft curve of her legs, the subtle shift of her body as she settled,

The hint of her thigh as the fabric of the shirt slid higher, everything about her was a temptation.

And yet, it wasn’t enough. 

It never was.

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Sirisha smiled faintly, the understanding clear in her eyes.


Her gaze flicked to the towel on her lap, then back to him.

She reached behind her to gather her damp hair,

Her movement slow, languorous, as if she had all the time in the world.

“Ugh, still wet,” she pouted, her voice teasing. “You got another towel?”

He nodded, his mind scrambling to regain its composure.

But then something braver stirred within him, and instead of moving to stand,

He reached for the towel already resting on her lap.

His fingers brushed against her skin as he took it,

The warmth of her touch lingering like a spark. “I can help… if you want.”

Her eyes flicked up to his, the barest flicker of something passing between them.

A breath. A moment.

Then, with the smallest tilt of her head, she turned onto her stomach,

Resting her chin on her arms, hair falling over one shoulder.

“Hmmm… only if you’re careful,” she murmured, her smile sly and playful. “I’m ticklish.”

Ravi moved closer, the space between them narrowing.

He sat beside her, his movements slow, deliberate, each step weighted with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

His fingers gently gathered the damp strands of her hair,

His touch lingering just long enough to feel the heat of her skin beneath the wet locks.

The softness of her hair, the faint trace of conditioner that still clung to it, sent a shiver through him.

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He leaned in slightly, the scent of her skin filling his senses.



“I think you weren’t kidding,” he said softly,

His voice lower than usual, “Your hair drinks water like crazy.”

She chuckled softly into the cushion, the sound vibrating through him.

“It has a mind of its own,” she murmured, her voice muffled but still rich with amusement.

Ravi’s fingers brushed closer to her neck,

The delicate curve of her back visible where the shirt had slipped lower.

Every inch of her exposed skin felt like an invitation,

And as he gently dabbed the towel against her hair,

His fingers grazed her nape, just beneath the delicate hollow of her ear.

His breath caught, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade.

She was so close, so warm, and he could feel every subtle shift of her body under his touch.

“Bhayyaa…” Her voice was a whisper, breathy and teasing. “I can feel you watching me.”

His heart raced, and he swallowed thickly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Because I am.”

“Dangerous,” she whispered, her voice a mix of challenge and invitation.

“I know.”

He paused, his fingers brushing the skin beneath her ear,

Lingering just for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

The heat from her body radiated through him,

His senses overwhelmed by the softness of her skin, the way she felt beneath his touch.

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A small gasp escaped her lips,


So faint it was almost imperceptible, but it was enough to make Ravi’s pulse spike.

The sound hung in the air, charged with an unspoken promise.

It was a silent invitation, or perhaps a held breath, something that drew them closer without a word.

She shifted slightly, turning her head toward him, and now their faces were inches apart.

Her lips parted slightly, her skin flushed from the shower,

Her eyes heavy-lidded with something deeper than just desire.

The air between them thickened, electric, as if the universe was holding its breath.

Ravi set the towel aside, his fingers resting lightly on the couch beside her arm,

His touch just barely brushing against her. 

“I like this shirt,” She whispered, her voice soft, but thick with meaning. “Smells like you. Bhayya...”

“And I like you in it,” he replied, his voice almost a breath.

Her eyes locked onto his, steady and unflinching,

And the space between them felt impossibly small now.

“Careful, Bhayya” she said, her tone low, laden with an edge of warning,

But there was something in her gaze, something in the way she held herself,

That made it clear she wasn’t entirely opposed to the danger. “Keep saying things like that…”

He tilted his head, his gaze unwavering, mirroring her energy with a quiet, unspoken challenge. “What happens if I do?”

Her smile deepened, her lips curling with something darker, more daring. “You might win more than a girl’s heart.”

The air around them seemed to hum with that simple declaration. 

Ravi’s chest tightened.

Every word, every shift of her body, every brush of her skin against his sent a fire through him he couldn’t extinguish.

His heart pounded, the silence thick between them, charged with the promise of something neither of them were quite ready to name.

But one thing was clear: in this moment, there was no going back.

There was only the pull between them, the heat, the words unsaid,

The chemistry that bound them tighter with every heartbeat.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

The Edge of Intimacy


The room had fallen into a quiet hush,

Thick with the kind of stillness that made every breath feel like it carried weight.

Sirisha lay on her stomach,

Her damp hair fanned out like a dark halo against the pillow,

The soft scent of her conditioner mingling with the cool evening air.

Her body, dbangd in Ravi’s shirt, was a vision of effortless grace,

Casual yet so alluring in its simplicity.

The shirt clung to her body like it belonged there, shifting gently with the rise and fall of her chest.

The hem had ridden up, revealing the smooth curve of her legs,

The pale skin that disappeared beneath the loose fabric,

But Ravi couldn't quite look away from the delicate stretch of her back where the shirt had slid low.

He sat beside her, so close, yet the distance between them felt insurmountable.

It was as if an invisible thread connected them, taut and trembling, just waiting to snap.

She wasn’t moving, but there was something about the quiet,

About the way the air felt so charged between them,

That made Ravi feel every shift in her posture, every subtle change in the rhythm of her breathing.

She turned her head slightly, just enough so that her eyes locked with his.

A soft smile played on her lips, but there was something deeper in her gaze,

Something he couldn’t quite decipher but could feel all the same.

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“You know,” she began, 


Her voice low and slow, as if savoring the sound of her own words,

“you never told me why you were staring at me earlier.”

Ravi blinked, caught off guard by the question.

His gaze flickered for just a moment, but then he met her eyes again,

The same warmth and mischief reflected in them.

“I wasn’t staring,” he replied softly, his voice a little rougher than he intended. “I was… stunned.”

She tilted her head, a glint of curiosity flickering behind her eyes,

But the playful smile remained. “Stunned? By what?”

Ravi leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees,

And the shift in his posture made the air feel even tighter between them.

“By you,” he said, his voice quiet but steady.

“The way you looked—when you came in. The crop top, the jeans, the way the light caught your skin just above your waist… It wasn’t just beautiful. It felt like I wasn’t supposed to be seeing it, like I was seeing something I wasn’t meant to.”

Her breath hitched, barely noticeable, but enough for Ravi to feel the change.

Her eyes softened, the teasing edges fading, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

She shifted slightly, bringing her arms closer to her body,

Almost as if instinctively trying to pull herself in.

But the intimacy between them only deepened, despite her attempt to retreat.

“That's… unfair,” she whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. 

But he heard it. Felt it.

“Why?” he asked, his voice thick with confusion.

He couldn’t understand why something so simple would have such an effect on her.

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“Because,” she began, her voice a little shakier now,


“now I don’t know what to say. And that doesn’t happen to me.”

Ravi’s heart thudded harder in his chest.

He had expected her to laugh it off, to make some witty remark,

But instead, she had become more real, more present in a way that sent a rush of warmth through him.

They both laughed softly then, but it wasn’t just the sound of shared amusement.

It was a quiet moment of connection, one that neither of them had planned or expected,

And it lingered in the air like a secret.

After a brief pause, Sirisha’s voice came again,

This time softer, more introspective.

“You said you were stunned earlier. Want to know something?”

Ravi nodded, his gaze never leaving her, his heart racing.

“I still am,” she said, her gaze steady, unwavering,

As it locked with his. “You’re not like the other guys.”

The words landed between them with a weight that left him breathless.

He couldn’t place it, couldn’t quite understand it, but the way she said it felt like she was offering him something, something vulnerable and rare.

He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Because,” she said, trailing her gaze down the length of his body before meeting his eyes again,

“you make this feel…” She hesitated,

her eyes flicking to the ceiling for a moment before returning to him.

“Sacred. You didn’t try anything. Not once. And here I am, practically lying on your couch in your clothes. And all I feel is safe.”

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The words hit him like a tidal wave


Soft yet powerful

And it took all of Ravi’s willpower to hold himself in place.

The need to reach for her, to close the gap that had grown between them, was almost unbearable.

But instead, he stayed where he was, barely an inch from her, and let the moment stretch on.

He didn’t speak right away, couldn’t find the words to respond, but his heart was pounding in his chest.

The truth was written all over her, all over him.

There was no pretending, no games.

This was real. Too real.

Sirisha stretched again, lazily, her body elongating in the most effortless way,

But every movement only made the tension between them that much more pronounced.

As she arched, the collar of the shirt shifted, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone,

Just barely visible in the soft light.

Her skin shimmered faintly, still damp from her shower,

And Ravi’s eyes followed the movement—unwilling to look away,

Yet afraid of what might happen if he didn’t.

The space between them was unbearable now.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t.

Her voice broke the silence, this time quieter, almost dreamlike,

As though she were floating between thoughts.

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[venkygeethu]

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Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much, really appreciate it! 

But, it’s gonna take at least a couple more weeks before we can hit 50 pages mark, unless our friends here also post some comments and feedback.  Hahaha.

Once again thank you very much for your continued support.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

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“If I fall asleep like this, will you be here when I wake up?”


Her words, so simple, carried with them the weight of everything unspoken.

Ravi’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak.

He leaned forward just a fraction, his eyes locked on hers, his pulse racing.

“Always,” he finally said, his voice thick with meaning.

She smiled softly, turning her face just enough that he could see the curve of her lips,

The play of shadows across her features.

“No touching, though,” she whispered, the teasing edge returning. “Promise?”

“Promise,” he replied, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“Not unless you forget to stop me.”

She exhaled a small laugh, a soft, almost melodic sound.

“Dangerous,” she murmured, her eyes slipping shut,

A hint of a smile still tugging at the corners of her lips.

And then the room was silent again, save for the sound of her breath, steady, slow

And Ravi sat there, motionless, watching her.

His heart thudded in his chest, his mind a whirl of thoughts he could hardly grasp.

He could feel the pull between them, the magnetic tension that neither could break, neither could resist.

But still, he remained where he was, each second stretching longer than the last.

Every moment was becoming a memory,

One that would stay with him long after the night ended,

Whether he wanted it to or not.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

Sirisha’s Tease


Ravi was still perched on the edge of the couch,

His body so still that he could’ve been carved from stone.

But it wasn’t the stillness of the room that held him, it was her.

Sirisha, stretched out in his shirt, her eyes closed, looked like a dream.

A soft, serene smile rested on her lips,

The kind of smile that made everything feel quiet, gentle, like the calm before a storm.

For a moment, Ravi thought she might have slipped into sleep,

The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest pulling him deeper into that quiet lull.

But then...

Her eyelids fluttered open, slow and deliberate.

The air in the room seemed to shift with that single movement.

Sharp, playful, glowing.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked,

Her voice soft but laced with mock accusation, like she already knew the answer.

Ravi blinked, caught off guard, but his eyes softened as he tried to recover. “Enjoying what?”

“Don’t pretend, Mr. Ravi,” she replied,

Her voice dropping into that teasing cadence that made every word feel like a challenge.

She shifted slightly, making the hem of his shirt inch higher over her thighs,

The loose fabric slipping in a way that was casual but almost dangerously suggestive.

“You’re watching me like I’m a... painting. Bhayya”

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Ravi chuckled, completely disarmed by the easy


Playful challenge in her eyes. “Maybe you are.”

She sat up suddenly

The movement so fluid it almost seemed like it belonged to a different world.

Her hand grabbed a pillow from the couch,

Hugging it to her chest like a shield, 

But her eyes, those eyes, were anything but shy.

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head in mock dismay.

“This is too unfair. You’re getting the best show without even paying for tickets!”

He laughed, not even bothering to hide the way his chest tightened at her words. “I’m not complaining.”

“Let me fix that,” she said, her tone suddenly taking on a mischievous edge,

Her lips curling into a wicked grin.

She slid off the couch and stood,

The shirt falling lower on her thighs as she moved with a lightness that made the air around her feel heavier.

“Fix what?” he asked, his voice almost hoarse,

Unsure where this was going but knowing it wouldn’t be simple.

She gave him a playful glance over her shoulder as she walked toward the wardrobe.

“Let me see if Priya Didi left any of her clothes in the wardrobe. I’ll borrow something modest. Something... boring.”

She paused for a moment, glancing back at him with that sharp,

Teasing smile. “That should protect you from temptation.”

Ravi’s hands instinctively shot up in mock surrender.

“I’m not complaining,” he repeated,

Though the words felt like they carried an unspoken plea in them now.

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The air between them was taut with something far more electric than just banter.


She didn’t respond immediately, but her grin deepened as she reached the wardrobe.

Her bare legs, soft and smooth, peeked out from beneath the shirt with every light step she took.

He couldn’t help but follow her movement with his eyes,

He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn’t look away.

“I know you’re not complaining,” she called back over her shoulder, 

Her voice light with amusement.

“That’s exactly why I’m doing this.” She opened the cupboard,

Her fingers trailing over neatly folded stacks of clothes,

The soft rustle of fabric filling the quiet room.

Her humming was so gentle, yet every sound seemed to pull him deeper into the moment.

After a few seconds, she pulled out a simple cotton kurti in a pale peach color,

Holding it up to her chest like a delicate prize.

She spun around, twirling the fabric as it caught the dim light,

The soft cotton gliding around her figure.

“This looks Priya-like enough,” she said, inspecting the kurti with exaggerated seriousness.

“Innocent. Dignified. Deceptively boring.”

Ravi raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“It’s not boring,” he said, his voice low,

But there was something dangerous beneath the surface. “But I might miss that shirt.”

Her eyes locked onto his with a quiet challenge,

The playful spark in them turning almost predatory.

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“That’s what I thought,” she said with a mischievous smile,


Stepping back toward him, still holding the kurti in her hands.

Ravi’s breath hitched as she lingered, 

So close, so deliberate in the way she moved.

He knew she could sense the shift,

The intensity thickening in the air between them, but she didn’t seem to care.

Instead, she stepped back once again,

Her playful smirk still plastered across her lips.

“I’ll change. You can wait here and mourn the loss of your shirt.”

And just like that, she was gone,

Vanishing into the bathroom with a soft laugh,

The door closing behind her with a quiet click.

Ravi exhaled slowly.

Feeling the air around him thicken as the echo of her laughter bounced through the empty space.

He leaned back slightly on the couch,

His heart thudding a little too loudly in his chest.

He hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted her to stay,

How much he’d missed that playful tension between them.

But now, now it felt like everything was poised on the edge of something else.

Something dangerous.

She had turned the tables on him once again, playful, provocative,

innocent on the surface, but electric underneath.

She was a perfect storm, swirling around him with every word,

Every movement, and Ravi knew he wasn’t just a spectator.

Not anymore.

The quiet stretched on, and he waited.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

Wearing Her Shadow


The soft rustle of fabric barely reached his ears as Ravi’s gaze locked onto her

The weight of the moment swallowing him whole.

Sirisha stepped into the room

Her bare feet making no sound on the floor.

But every step seemed to echo in the hollow space between them.

She was wearing the kurti.

The teal fabric clung to her,

The white threadwork near the hem shimmering slightly as the light caught it.

Ravi felt his heart stop for a moment, his chest constricting painfully,

As his mind was flooded with a rush of memories.

It was Priya Didi’s kurti, the same shade, the same delicate stitch work, the same soft fabric.

God... His breath caught.

Priya Didi.

The woman he had admired from a distance.

The woman who had always been so close yet out of reach.

Her scent, her smile, the soft sway of her hair.

He had seen her in this exact dress before, on the balcony, one late evening, holding a bowl of rice.

Her damp hair clung to her cheek,

And he had wanted nothing more than to reach out, to touch her, to hold her close.

But he never had.

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He could only worship her from afar


His longing turning into something he could never express.

And now, here it was again. Here it is.

His eyes scanned Sirisha’s body beneath the kurti, his pulse quickening.

She twirled once, the soft fabric fluttering around her as her bare legs peeked out beneath the hem.

Ravi’s throat tightened as he watched her,

Every curve beneath the fabric bringing a fresh wave of that old yearning he had buried so long ago.

“Do you like it?” Sirisha’s voice sliced through the air, soft, teasing, 

But Ravi barely heard her.

He didn’t even know what she was saying.

His eyes lingered on her, the weight of what he was seeing too heavy for him to process.

She had stepped into his life so effortlessly,

But now, in the fabric of Priya Didi’s dress,

She was an embodiment of everything he had been holding back for years.

It was as though the dress itself had the power to erase the distance between his dreams and reality.

His hand twitched, aching to reach out, to touch it, to touch her.

He took a slow step toward her.

His chest rose and fell, shallow breaths escaping him as if he couldn’t breathe properly.

He was no longer thinking.

He was only feeling.

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“I’ve seen this before,” Ravi murmured, his voice thick


Hoarse with barely contained longing.

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laced with a rawness that left Sirisha feeling exposed,

As though he could see right through her.

His gaze was unwavering, scorching her skin even from a distance.

She could feel it, the weight of it, making her body tremble as he drank in the sight of her.

Sirisha stood there, barely able to breathe under the intensity of his stare.

The kurti she wore was nothing like the garments she had planned to wear,

It was Priya Didi’s, the only thing she could find when she put her own clothes for drying. 

She had nothing on underneath it. Only Kurti.  

The soft, delicate cotton of Priya Didi’s kurti felt almost like a lover’s caress against her skin, so tender, so intimate.

It clung to her like a second skin, molding to every curve, every contour of her body,

From the gentle swell of her breasts to the subtle dip of her waist.

The fabric was stretched taut over her form,

And she could feel every shift of her body—every breath—against the softness of the cloth.

But it wasn’t just the way the fabric molded to her.

It was the way it revealed her, how it highlighted every inch of her form.

Her erect nipples pressed sharply against the thin material, visible through the sheer fabric,

And each tiny movement only accentuated their shape.

She could see it in his eyes, how the fabric revealed more of her than she had intended, 

And yet… she couldn’t pull away.

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She was aware now of every inch of herself


The way the fabric clung to her body


The way it made her feel alive, vibrant, exposed in a way she hadn’t felt before.

Her body trembled under the scrutiny of his gaze, every shift of her weight,

Every subtle movement of her chest sending ripples of heat through her.

Ravi’s breathing had become shallow,

His chest rising and falling as though he was struggling to hold back something inside.

His eyes were dark, fixed on her, and with each passing second,

His expression turned more intense, more desperate.

He took a slow step forward, each movement making Sirisha’s pulse race.

The room seemed to close in around them, and the silence between them became more charged, more electric.

His gaze dropped to the way the kurti clung to her form, so delicately,

And Sirisha felt his gaze trace the lines of her body.

The wetness from her damp hair had begun to seep into the fabric,

Causing it to cling even tighter to her skin.

It molded to her breasts, her waist, and she could feel the weight of it as it pressed against her curves.

She could feel the slight coolness of the material,

Now damp in some places, pressed intimately against her bare skin.

His eyes flickered to the slight wetness at her shoulder where her hair had left a damp trail,

And then moved lower, to where the fabric of the kurti stretched over her chest,

Making her nipples visible through the cotton.

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She could feel nipples, hard, aching, pressing insistently against the fabric.


The fabric, which should have been an innocent thing, now felt alive, electric,

As if it had a mind of its own, wrapping around her like it wanted to claim her.

Her breath caught, and for a moment, she thought she might faint from the intensity of it all.

Ravi’s gaze seemed to burn through the fabric, through her skin,

As though he could feel everything she was feeling.

He took another step toward her, and she could see the tension in his body,

His jaw clenched as though he were struggling to keep himself in check.

His hand twitched at his side, and before she could even comprehend it,

He reached out toward her, fingers trembling.

He slowly, cautiously, brushed the edge of the kurti where it lay against her shoulder,

His touch so light it felt like a ghost of a caress.

But even the slightest touch made her body flare with heat.

The damp fabric shifted as his fingers grazed it, and Sirisha’s pulse raced, her body reacting against her will.

Ravi’s eyes followed the movement of his hand as it traced the edge of the fabric.

Her skin, soft and warm beneath the damp cotton, felt like fire beneath his touch.

The slight tremor in his fingers as they moved down the curve of her arm was almost enough to make Sirisha gasp.

She could feel her breath hitch in her chest as he touched her,

The fabric now stretched tight over her body,

Revealing the hard points of her nipples through the thin material,

And it only made her feel more exposed, more alive than ever.

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