Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Saturday Morning – 9:00 AM at Amit’s Old House

Ravi stood outside Amit’s old house, his phone in hand as he checked the time.

It was just about 9 AM. The morning sunlight poured in, casting long shadows across the worn-down facade.

He had parked his bike nearby and was waiting for Manoj, the contractor, to arrive.

Ravi felt a sense of responsibility today—a feeling that weighed heavier than he expected.

A few moments later, the sound of a car engine hummed in the distance, and Ravi spotted Manoj pulling up in his truck.

The contractor waved as he parked, stepping out of the vehicle with a casual smile on his face, his toolbelt already on.

“Morning, Ravi!” Manoj greeted with a firm handshake. “Ready to make this place shine?”

Ravi smiled back. “As ready as I’ll ever be. Amit’s counting on us.”

Manoj nodded, glancing at the house with a knowing look.

“This one’s got potential, I can tell. Just needs some love and work.”

They stood together for a moment, looking at the house.

The front door creaked as it swayed slightly in the morning breeze, its peeling paint telling stories of years gone by.

“Alright,” Manoj continued,

“let’s take a look inside and start making a game plan. I’ll bring in my crew later this week for the heavy lifting, but today, we’ll go over the design and get measurements.”

Ravi nodded, feeling the weight of what this place meant.

The house wasn’t just about renovation, it was about something deeper.

Amit’s father, the memories tied to this home, and the love Amit had for his family all hung in the air.

He could feel the bond, and it made the task ahead even more important.

They walked inside together, ready to take the first steps.

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Saturday Morning – Arrival at Flat 401


Ravi stepped out of the elevator, his pulse a little quicker as he made his way up to the fourth floor.

The weight of the past few days hung heavily on him—too many stolen glances, teasing messages, words left unspoken.

The quiet moments they'd shared, late-night chats that lingered longer than they should have,

Had twisted his heart in ways he didn’t know how to untangle.

But one thing was clear, he couldn't stay away.

He climbed the last few steps to the fourth floor, each step echoing in the stillness of the morning.

Neetu’s laughter, the softness of her voice,

And the way she looked at him when no one was watching, all of it came rushing back with each breath.

His thoughts were a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel,

But every inch of him ached to see her again.

The door to 401 opened almost immediately, and there she stood, bathed in the warm morning light.

Neetu, in a soft pastel saree, her hair loosely pinned up with a few strands teasing the curve of her neck, looked effortlessly beautiful.

The delicate scent of jasmine lingered in the air as her eyes met his, a subtle blush rising on her cheeks.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The silence between them felt like an eternity, the world outside fading into nothing.

Her eyes dipped down to the floor for a fraction of a second, but when they met his again, there was something unspoken in them.

Something that said, You’re here.

Without a word, she stepped aside, pulling the door closed behind him with a soft click.

As soon as it was shut, Ravi couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He reached out and, with a quick but gentle movement, pulled her into his arms from behind.

Her body stiffened for the briefest moment, before she relaxed against him, her breath hitching slightly.

His face brushed against her shoulder, the warmth of her skin setting off a fire that he hadn’t known was building.

“Bhabhi…” he whispered, his voice low and rough,

A confession more than an address.

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She gasped softly, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch his cheek,

Feeling the roughness of his stubble under her fingertips.

Her voice was barely above a breath. “You… finally came.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with everything they hadn’t said in the past few days,

The messages that were sent but never fully expressed, the teasing that had only made them both ache more.

Ravi leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hair, then another near her ear, feeling the tremble of her breath.

She turned in his arms, her face inches from his, eyes searching, lips trembling.

The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither of them could fight.

The kiss that followed wasn’t planned, it was a need, a release.

Slow at first, like testing the waters, but then deepening as the longing that had built between them finally broke free.

Neetu’s hands moved up his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under the fabric of his shirt.

Her fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, pulling herself closer.

Ravi’s palms slid down her back, over the curve of her waist,

Memorizing the softness of her body through the delicate fabric of her saree.

Every touch, every whisper of skin against skin, was an unraveling of everything they had kept locked inside.

“Ravi…” she murmured, her voice breathy, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze,

Her lips still trembling from the kiss. “Sirisha… she’s inside.”

Ravi’s breath caught for a moment, but he kissed her again, this time gentler, as if trying to savor the fleeting moment.

“I know,” he whispered against her lips, “but we have a little time.”

Neetu closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to sink into his embrace, letting the world fall away for just a moment.

His fingers traced the edge of her arm, the warmth of his breath a soft whisper on her neck.

Her heart raced, not just with desire, but with something deeper, a mixture of excitement and fear.

The danger of what they were doing was real, and that made it all the more intoxicating.

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She tilted her head back slightly, just enough for him to place soft kisses along her neck,

Feeling her pulse beneath his lips.

The thrill of their stolen moments was enough to make her dizzy,

Yet the knowledge that Sirisha could walk out at any moment kept her grounded in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

From down the hallway, the faint sound of a drawer opening,

Followed by the shuffle of footsteps in Sirisha’s room, reminded them that time was running out.

Neetu’s breath caught in her throat.

She pulled back just enough to bite her lower lip, her cheeks flushed.

“Every second feels stolen,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of longing and regret.

Ravi cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing the edge of her cheek as he stared into her eyes.

“Then let’s steal them well,” he murmured, his voice a promise and a plea all at once.

Neetu smiled faintly, the edges of her lips curving up, and rested her forehead against his chest.

For a few heartbeats, they simply stood there, the world outside fading into nothing,

Their hearts beating in a quiet rhythm that only they could hear.

In those few precious seconds, it didn’t matter that the world might find out.

All that mattered was the moment they were sharing.

Ravi stroked her back softly, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her saree,

Feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath.

He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, inhaling the soft scent of her hair.

“Neetu,” he murmured, his voice laced with emotion. “What are we doing?”

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her name, the question hanging between them.

She met his gaze, her expression tender yet conflicted.

“I don’t know…” she whispered. “But it feels like something we can’t stop.”

His hands cradled her face, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

“Then we won’t stop,” he said, his voice full of quiet resolve. “Not yet.”

Neetu’s lips parted in a soft breath as her fingers found his shirt, tugging him closer.

She wasn’t sure what they were doing, or where it would lead, but in that moment,

It felt right—uncomplicated, unspoken, and undeniably theirs.

The seconds ticked by, the world outside their door just a whisper,

As they lingered in the warmth of their embrace, stealing what little time they had left.

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Wonderful but please bring back Priya Didi soon waiting for her and Ravi's love with her

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Wonderful but please bring back Priya Didi soon waiting for her and Ravi's love with her

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your compliments! I'm thrilled that you're enjoying the story. 

Priya Didi and Ravi's journey is very dear to me, and I completely understand your eagerness to see more of them. Rest assured, Priya will be back soon, and their story will continue to unfold in the coming chapters.  I am just finishing the Threesome Rasmalai party now, once it is done things will speedup and you will see Priya Didi back in Mumbai.

Your patience means a lot, and I can’t wait to share more of their journey with you. Stay tuned!

Thank you once again for your extended support.

Warm regards

-- Shailu

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Hi Everyone,

Sorry I’ve been a little quiet the last few days—I was busy with my husband and couldn’t share many updates. Today he had to go to his native place for a couple of days. For me, that’s not exactly good news, because I’ll miss him a lot… but for you all, it means I’ll have some extra time to give more updates and try to finish the Threesome Rasmalai Party, so we can finally bring Priya Didi back soon!

That being said, I have to confess, I truly missed your voices while I was away. When I’m here, I pour in the effort to give you multiple updates every day, yet in my short absence, the silence was loud. It felt unfair, almost as if my presence goes unnoticed when I’m not constantly posting.

This space should not feel like a one-way transmission. A story only comes alive when there is energy flowing both ways, when I write with my heart, and you respond with yours. Without that balance, it feels hollow. And if someday I stop writing, then I disappear into the void, and all the effort, all the hours, all the emotions I’ve poured into these updates will vanish with me—lost, as if they never existed.

That’s why your participation matters so much. It’s the only thing that keeps these words alive beyond my screen.

So, let’s keep this lively! I’d love to hear your thoughts, guesses, and feelings as the story unfolds. Your excitement and engagement mean the world to me, and they’re what keep me going every day.


Looking forward for the interaction and participation from you all...


-- Shailu

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Neetu Bhabhi’s Takes Ravi into her Bedroom


Neetu’s breath caught when she heard the wardrobe door in Sirisha’s room click shut.

Her heart raced, this was the moment.

Without a word, she grabbed Ravi’s hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and pulled him toward her bedroom.

“Come,” she whispered urgently, the heat in her voice unmistakable.

Ravi let himself be dragged, his lips curling into a grin. “Acha… dragging me into your room now? Bhabhi has become very daring.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she tightened her grip. “Stop talking, Ravi. Just come.”

The door clicked softly behind them, the sound of it locking out the rest of the world.

Inside, the room felt smaller, the air charged with the electric pull between them.

Neetu’s pulse quickened as Ravi closed the distance between them in an instant.

He spun her around, his fingers wrapping around her wrist and guiding her back until her legs brushed against the bed.

Ravi stood there, his eyes dark with desire, taking in the sight of her,

Her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in quick breaths, her skin flushed from the heat of the moment.

“Bhabhi…” His voice was soft but full of teasing intent, each word heavy with meaning.

Neetu’s heart pounded.

She swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly.

“What if… she comes out?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ravi leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear. “Then she’ll see a closed door,” he replied in a low murmur, his words thick with promise.

Her eyes widened. “And if she knocks?”

He smirked. “Then we’ll just pretend we’re planning for our Circle of Trust. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure my lessons are… thorough.”

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She gasped, half scandalized, half thrilled. “You’re incorrigible!”


“Only because of you.”

Without hesitation, Ravi reached for the loose end of her saree pallu.

His fingers tugged at the fabric, pulling it gently down her shoulder, 

Exposing the delicate curve of her blouse beneath.

Neetu’s breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin.

“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of protest and longing, her body betraying her, already craving more.

He tilted his head, his tone mock-innocent. 

“What? I’m just helping you cool down. You look so hot Bhabhi.”

She swatted his arm, though her fingers lingered. “You’re naughty.”

“And Bhabhi doesn’t seem to mind,” he murmured,

Lips brushing against the line of her blouse, skimming the edge where fabric met skin.

She shivered, her hand immediately sliding into his hair, fingers tightening,

Not to push him away but to pull him closer, to feel more of him.

His hands roamed lower, his touch becoming bolder, slipping beneath the fabric of her saree and over the soft curve of her waist.

The heat of his palms against her skin made her gasp, 

The feeling of him touching her in ways she’d only dreamed about sending shock waves through her body.

Her lips parted, trembling. “If anyone finds out…”

He looked up briefly, a playful gleam in his eyes. “Then they’ll know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

She closed her eyes, letting herself lose control for a moment,

Every inch of her skin alive with the thrill of what they were doing.

There was no going back now.

“Someone’s getting naughty…” she whispered, her voice teasing,

But the way her fingers gripped him tighter told the truth, she didn’t want him to stop.

Ravi’s lips lifted in a half-smile, mischief dancing in his eyes.

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He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze


His breath coming fast. “And Bhabhi doesn’t seem to mind.”

Neetu’s pulse raced, her body aching with desire.

She wasn’t sure where this would go, but the idea of stopping now felt impossible.

Her fingers slid down his chest, tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer.

“Don’t make me lose control…” Her voice cracked, the words soft but desperate.

Ravi arched a brow. “Lose control? With me? Then maybe I should slow down…”

Her eyes widened, desperate. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled, savoring her urgency. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

And then he captured her lips with his,

The kiss deep and slow, tasting every inch of her mouth, as if trying to savor this moment,

As if it was the only thing that mattered.

His hand slid down her back, pressing her closer to him, until there was no space between them,

Until all she could feel was the heat of his body against hers.

Neetu’s hands moved over him now, her fingers exploring the hard planes of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat.

She kissed him back with a hunger she hadn’t known was inside her, her body arching slightly into his.

She wanted more, needed more.

He broke the kiss for a second, his forehead resting against hers.

“Careful, Bhabhi… if you touch me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Good. Don’t stop.”

Ravi deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips, demanding a response.

Her breath caught in her throat as her hands slid to the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer still.

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For a moment, the outside world faded away. 


There was no Sirisha, no one else.

There was just the taste of Ravi’s lips, the warmth of his body, 

The way their hearts beat together in an unspoken rhythm.

Neetu pulled away just enough to breathe, her chest heaving.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from the kiss.

"Ravi…" she whispered, her voice thick, raw. “I can’t stop… I don’t want to.”

Ravi’s hands slid up her back, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her neck.

His touch was tender, even though his body burned with the need for her.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers as he whispered, “Then don’t.”

Her laugh came out soft and shaky. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It is easy,” he replied, kissing her nose lightly before claiming her lips again.

His lips crashed against hers again, harder this time, a promise in every kiss.

His hands slid down her back, gripping her waist, pulling her closer as if the space between them wasn’t enough.

Neetu’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still, as if she wanted to melt into him.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, inevitable.

The world beyond the door didn’t exist anymore.

There was only the feel of their bodies pressing together,

The soft gasps, the way they clung to each other as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Neetu pulled back, her voice a low, breathless whisper. “Don’t stop… please.”

Ravi grinned, his lips grazing her ear. “Bhabhi begging me… I could get used to this.”

She gave him a half-hearted glare through hooded eyes. “Less talking. More kissing.”

And Ravi didn’t need telling twice. 

He leaned in, his lips tracing the curve of her neck,

Kissing her skin as he let his hands roam freely over her body.

Each touch, each kiss, was a promise of more, of everything they hadn’t yet said but felt so deeply.

The seconds stretched, each one filled with stolen breaths and shared desires, 

Until the world beyond the closed door no longer mattered.

There was only the stolen moment, only the heat between them,

And the knowledge that this was something they couldn’t, and didn’t want to, turn back from.

-- oOo --

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Ravi’s breath was warm against her skin as his lips hovered at the edge of her blouse.


Neetu’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths,

Her body caught between wanting to pull away and the growing fire inside her that had been simmering for days.

She could feel every inch of him close, the tension thick between them.

“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t?” he murmured, lips grazing the curve of her neck, his words low and teasing.

“Bhabhi, you’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?”

Her pulse quickened, cheeks flushing.

“Maybe… but what if…” She let the sentence trail off, her body betraying her words as she pressed closer to him.

His hand moved upward, bold and slow, until it cupped the curve of her breast through the fabric of her blouse.

Neetu gasped, her fingers curling into his shoulder, the loose end of her saree pallu slipping further down her arm.

“Ravi…” Her voice was a mix of plea and warning, barely a whisper, but there was a tremor of longing beneath it.

He didn’t stop. His thumb circled gently over the thin fabric of her blouse,

Teasing her, making her press herself even closer.

With his other hand, he guided her back into his embrace,

Pulling her until there was no space left between their bodies. No air, no breath could slip through.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape,

But the feel of his lips brushing the other breast, warm and insistent, unraveled her completely.

His mouth lingered, exploring, pressing, testing her reactions,

And Neetu felt weak in the knees, her body betraying her with every tiny shiver.

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Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.


“You’re… impossible,” she breathed, a soft laugh mixed with the gasp of desire.

The words sounded like a protest, but the way her body moved told a different story entirely.

Ravi lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes.

His gaze was intense, mischief, but also something deeper, something raw.

“You missed me too much, Bhabhi… I can feel it.”

Neetu’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands slid down his arms, gripping them tightly, grounding herself in the moment.

“And if Sirisha hears us?” she asked, breathless, half-warning, half-challenging.

He smirked, the glint of playfulness in his eyes making her shiver.

“Then we’ll just whisper… or maybe make sure she never finds out.”

His lips brushed against hers in a fleeting, teasing kiss,

Before moving down again to her blouse, bolder, insistent, urgent.

Neetu arched into him, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

“Ravi… stop teasing me,” she gasped, though her grip on him tightened, betraying the truth.

“Teasing?” he murmured, nipping lightly at the fabric near her shoulder. “Bhabhi, I’m just getting started.”

The room seemed smaller now, every sound magnified, the rustle of fabric,

Their ragged breaths mingling, the faint heartbeat that seemed to echo in the walls.

Ravi’s hands moved with deliberate slowness over her body, kneading, teasing, every touch sending electric jolts through her.

“I’ve wanted this… all these days,” Neetu whispered, almost to herself, letting her hands explore the hard planes of his chest.

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“And I’ve been dying to feel it,” he replied, low and rough,


His lips pressing firmly against her skin again.

“Every second you looked at me, every glance, every smile… I felt it, Bhabhi. You want me as much as I want you.”

Her fingers slid into the waistband of his jeans, tugging him impossibly closer.

“Then don’t stop…” she breathed, voice thick with need.

Ravi smiled against her skin, his hand tracing a path down her back.

“I won’t,” he murmured. “Not until you can’t take it anymore.”

Neetu pressed herself against him fully, unable to stop now.

She could feel his heat, his desire pushing back, overwhelming every rational thought.

The space between them no longer existed, just the feeling of him, raw, close, igniting a fire neither could control.

She gasped as he pressed his body closer, lips tracing a slow,

Fiery path from her collarbone to the curve of her breast.

“Ravi…” Her voice broke, trembling with want, a mix of protest and surrender.

He paused just long enough to look into her eyes, mischief and hunger dancing in his gaze.

“You’re mine tonight, Bhabhi. Don’t fight it.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. “I don’t… want to fight…”

The air between them was thick with heat, with desire that had been building for days,

Now released in shivers, gasps, and whispered names.

Every touch, every kiss, every gentle grind of his body against hers made the world beyond the door fade into nothingness.

In that moment, there was no restraint, no hesitation

Only the overwhelming pull of each other, of every need finally given permission to exist.

-- oOo --

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Whispers of Desire - In Between Her Breasts


Ravi’s fingers, restless and hungry, found the small buttons of Neetu’s blouse nestled between her breasts.

Her body stiffened for a heartbeat, her eyes searching his as if silently asking for permission,

For reassurance. But his gaze was steady, hungry, unashamed, and tender all at once.

There was no turning back now.


He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to the soft skin between her breasts just above the blouse,

The warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling, barely audible, but full of raw longing.

His lips brushed against her skin as he murmured softly, his breath hot on her body.

“Yes, Bhabhi?” The playful lilt in his voice was unmistakable. “You want me to stop?”

Neetu's heart hammered in her chest, but she didn't pull away.

She leaned into him slightly, eyes meeting his,

Searching his face for the slightest sign of hesitation.

But there was none, just a quiet, intense hunger.

"I…" she breathed out, feeling torn between restraint and desire. "I don't know..."

With slow, deliberate movements, Ravi's fingers made quick work of the buttons,

The soft click echoing in the room like a promise.

Each button, each flick of his fingers, sent a ripple of anticipation through Neetu’s body.

Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling under the loosened fabric,

And her pulse surged as the tension between them thickened.

When the last button finally gave way, Ravi didn’t hesitate.

He moved with purpose,

Gently peeling the blouse off her shoulders and tossing it aside as if discarding something that no longer mattered.

His hands caressed her arms, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the softness that made him ache.

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Her breasts, now bare and warm in the soft morning light, trembled slightly as he took in the sight.



His eyes darkened with desire, and he stared at her with a hunger that made her heart race.

Neetu shivered as his hands immediately found her skin.

His palm cupped one breast, rolling it slowly, teasingly, as his lips captured the other.

The first kiss to her nipple was soft, tender, but it sent a bolt of heat straight through her.

Neetu gasped sharply, her fingers clutching his shoulders, her body arching into him in search of more.

The sensation of his mouth on her was maddening, both soft and insistent at once.

"Ravi…" she breathed, her voice trembling as the heat between them swirled higher.

His tongue flicked out, teasing her, circling slowly.

He was taking his time, savoring every reaction, every tiny shiver that ran through her.

Neetu’s breath hitched, her chest trembling with each flick of his tongue, each slow, deliberate suck.

He was driving her wild, each movement making her legs weaken, threatening to give way beneath the intensity of his touch.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, refusing to let him stop.

"You’re… impossible," she whispered, breathless,

As the words slipped from her lips in a soft mix of laughter and moans.

The protest in her words was barely audible, drowned out by the desperate need that was taking over her.

Ravi lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze.

His eyes were blazing with a hunger that she couldn’t deny.

“Impossible?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin once more before returning to her nipple.

“No, Bhabhi… I think you like it. I can feel how much you’re aching for me.  Even I have been waiting for this for a long time”

Neetu’s cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands slid down his back, gripping him tightly, as if grounding herself in the moment.

Her body was alive with sensation, every nerve tingling.

"And if Sirisha hears us?" she asked, her voice breaking between desire and hesitation, her fingers tracing lines down his chest.

Ravi’s smile grew, dark with mischief and teasing desire.

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“Then we’ll just whisper,” he said, his voice low and thick with need.



He leaned in again, this time taking her other nipple into his mouth,

Sucking gently before teasing it with his tongue.

The sensation made Neetu’s body shiver, her breath catching in her throat as she fought to keep control.

His hands continued their steady exploration of her breasts,

Kneading them gently, his fingers rolling her nipples between them with a deliciously slow, methodical rhythm.

Every time his mouth moved from one breast to the other, he made sure to leave a trail of heated kisses in his wake,

Worshiping her in a way that sent waves of pleasure spiraling through her.

Neetu’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his touch, his mouth.

Every nerve in her body seemed to ignite at once, a hot, overwhelming wave of desire flooding through her.

The room felt smaller now, the air thicker with the sounds of their shared breath and her soft gasps of pleasure.

Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer as her body arched into his.

“Ravi… don’t stop…” she breathed, voice pleading, desperate for more.

“I won’t,” he whispered, eyes dark with satisfaction as he moved from one breast to the other,


Alternating between tender kisses and teasing nips.

His hands never stopped their slow, deliberate work, kneading and rolling her breasts,

Keeping her body on the edge of madness.

Neetu’s chest heaved, her breath catching with every flick of his tongue,

Every gentle bite, each pass of his fingers over her sensitive skin.

She was drowning in pleasure, unable to think, to focus on anything except the overwhelming need building within her.

He groaned softly as he took her left breast fully into his mouth again,

Sucking harder this time, letting his tongue swirl in slow, deliberate circles around her nipple.

The sensation made Neetu’s entire body quake, her hands pressing him closer, urging him to take more, to give her more.

“You’re so beautiful, Bhabhi,” he muttered, lifting his head to glance at her, his voice thick with desire.

“I’ve been wanting you like this for so long.”

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Neetu’s pulse hammered in her ears as she felt herself unravel under his touch.



“And I’ve been wanting you, too…” she whispered breathlessly, “like this… all week…”

Her fingers clawed at his back, urging him closer, as if she could pull him into her skin, make him part of her.

Without missing a beat, Ravi moved to her right breast,

Capturing it in his mouth with the same devotion,

His lips and tongue exploring every inch of her, teasing and tasting.

Neetu gasped louder this time, her body pressing into him, helpless under the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.

She could barely breathe, could barely think, as every part of her seemed to ache for him, burn for him.

His hands continued their slow, deliberate work, kneading and massaging her breasts while his mouth focused on each nipple in turn.

Ravi switched between them, never rushing, savoring every moment, every gasp, every little sound that escaped her lips.

He took his time, making sure that each flick of his tongue, each suckling, brought her closer to the edge.

Neetu's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as if she wanted to lose herself in him, in the heat of the moment.

“Ravi… oh…” she whispered, breathless, her body trembling under his touch.

Her knees were weak, her mind a haze of pleasure. She couldn’t think anymore, only feel.

For a long moment, the room was filled with only the sounds of their breath,

Her soft moans, the wet press of lips and tongue, and the rhythm of her body responding to him.

Ravi’s eyes flicked up to her occasionally, watching her reactions,

Taking in every tremble, every shiver, before returning to worship her,

Taking one breast into his mouth, then the other, over and over, each kiss more intense, more insistent.

For Ravi, time seemed to slow.

The world outside didn’t exist anymore.

There was only Neetu, her soft, trembling body beneath him, her moans filling the air,

The overwhelming need to take her deeper, to lose himself in her warmth.

For Neetu, it felt like this moment had been waiting for her her whole life.

Every touch, every kiss, every tender suckling of her nipples awakened something primal inside her.

She clung to him, her hands roaming over his body, pulling him closer,

Letting herself fall into the pleasure he was giving her.

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[shailu4ever]

Surrender to the Moment


Ravi’s lips left her breasts with reluctance, his kisses trailing a path of soft, wet heat down her stomach.

Each kiss seemed to burn into Neetu’s skin, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t ignore.

His fingers, trembling with hunger, traced the curve of her waist,

Sliding down over the soft fabric of her saree, the material brushing against her skin like a whisper.

Neetu’s breath caught as he pressed closer, his body hovering over hers, his face inches from her skin.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, his desire pulling at her, strong and raw.

It made her pulse race, the ache between her legs growing as she felt his every movement, every slight brush of his skin.

“Ravi…” she whispered, her voice trembling, the weight of everything unsaid hanging in the air between them.

It wasn’t a plea; it was a surrender, a quiet invitation.

But Ravi didn’t respond with words.

Instead, his hands moved to the pleats of her saree, the fabric soft under his fingertips as he slid it down her hips.

His gaze locked onto hers, never straying, as he slowly peeled it away,

His movements deliberate and torturously slow.

Each inch of skin he revealed made Neetu’s chest rise and fall quicker, her breath shallow with anticipation.

Neetu shivered as the cool air kissed her skin where the fabric had once been.

Her body was already trembling with need, but she didn’t stop him.

She couldn’t.

She was lost in the moment, consumed by the warmth of his touch and the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Ravi’s hands continued their journey, now moving to the waistband of her lehenga,

The delicate fabric soft against his skin.

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[shailu4ever]

He paused for a moment, looking at her with a gaze that was both adoring and filled with hunger.



There was no hiding his desire now, no pretending that this was anything less than what it was:

A moment of pure, desperate need.

Neetu felt exposed, vulnerable, but instead of fear, she felt something deeper,

A pulsing need that only grew the longer he took to undress her.

He was savoring every inch of her, every breath, every tremble of her body.

And that drove her wild with anticipation.

“Ravi…” she whispered again, her voice breaking the silence, full of longing, full of surrender.

But he only smiled softly, a smile full of secrets, his eyes dark with passion.

His fingers moved to unfasten the lehenga, and his touch was slow, agonizingly slow.

The soft sound of fabric rustling filled the room as the lehenga slipped down her legs,

Revealing her bare skin completely to him.

Neetu gasped softly, her chest rising and falling quickly as the heat in her body intensified.

She was almost fully laid bare before him now, her body trembling with need and desire.

Ravi’s hands were everywhere now on her hips, on her thighs,

Tracing the outline of her curves as he moved lower.

His mouth followed the same path, planting soft, teasing kisses along her stomach,

The sensitive skin near her navel making her shiver under his contact.

He paused, his breath warm against her skin, letting it ghost over her stomach, feeling her tremble beneath him.

With one slow, deliberate motion, Ravi moved his hands to the inner edge of her panties,

His fingers slipping beneath the fabric, trying to pull it down.

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