Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s fingers brushed lightly against her clitoris, sending a shock of pleasure through her body.


He moved them lower, tracing the slickness of her vaginal opening before returning to her clitoris, parting her labia gently with his finger.

Sirisha felt herself growing more sensitive by the second as he caressed her with a careful slowness that drove her wild.


Ravi moved back up her body, his hands caressing her breasts once more, sending ripples of pleasure through her.

He lingered there, savoring the feel of her softness, before shifting to her shoulders and gently guiding her down onto the couch.

She sank into the cushions, her body relaxing into the comfort as he loomed over her, his own body taut with desire.


Sirisha’s eyes met his, the trust in his gaze mirroring her own.

It was a silent promise, an understanding between them, and she knew, deep down, that she was ready.


Sirisha moaned softly at the contact, her hips instinctively lifting to meet his touch, urging him deeper, silently begging for more.

But Ravi held back, taking his time, savoring the moment, as though this was the culmination of every breath they had taken up to this point.

Her pussy was already wet, inviting him.

He could feel the warmth of her skin, the delicate softness of her body beneath him, and it made every second feel drawn out, almost too much to bear.


Ravi’s fingers moved deliberately, tracing the slickness of her opening with the lightest touch, as though he were savoring the sensation of her skin against his.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of heat through her body.

He paused for a moment, feeling the slight tremor of her body beneath him, as if her body was begging for more, for him to push further, to claim her completely.

But he wasn’t ready to rush; this moment was too perfect to rush through.

His fingers gently retreated, only to return to her clitoris, teasing it with slow, measured strokes.

Each flick of his fingers was tender, careful, as if he were memorizing every inch of her, taking his time to learn what made her respond the most.

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[shailu4ever]

Sirisha’s body trembled beneath him, and she couldn’t hold back the quiet moans that escaped her lips.



Her hands gripped the cushions beneath her, her fingers digging into the fabric as she tried to steady herself.

Her hips shifted, moving in rhythm with his touch, her body seeking more, needing more.

She was no longer able to focus on anything except the heat that was building between her legs, the delicious pressure of his fingers against her, the way he was slowly bringing her closer to the edge with each touch.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, yet she wanted more. She needed more.


The anticipation was driving her wild now, the tension in her body reaching a fever pitch.

She felt her breath quicken, her pulse racing in time with the slow rhythm of his fingers.

His touch was a constant presence, pulling her deeper into the moment, making her body ache with the need to let go.

She couldn’t hold back the sounds escaping from her throat anymore, soft gasps, breathless moans, all of them were his.

She felt the growing heat between her legs intensify, each stroke of his fingers driving her closer to the precipice of something so intense, so consuming.

The way his fingers were moving with perfect precision, never rushing, yet always pushing her closer to that point of release, was maddening.

It was everything she wanted, everything she had been waiting for, and yet somehow, she wanted it to last longer, to stretch this beautiful torture out.


As the heat continued to build inside her, she felt her body give in to the waves of pleasure, her legs trembling slightly with the effort to keep still.

Ravi’s fingers explored every inch of her pussy, and now, she felt as though she were unraveling completely beneath him, her body responding to him in ways that she hadn’t imagined possible.

Each stroke of his fingers against her most intimate places sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, and her hips instinctively pressed toward him, silently urging him to go deeper, to give her more.


She closed her eyes, lost in the rhythm of his touch, in the delicious way he was taking his time, savoring every movement, every sensation.

Her body was burning with desire, every nerve in her being focused solely on the feeling of his fingers, the warmth of his body close to hers, and the connection they shared.

In that moment, nothing else mattered.

The world beyond them had ceased to exist — there was only him, only her, and the overwhelming, perfect heat that was building between them.


Ravi moved back down Sirisha's body, his eyes locked with hers as he paused just above her core.

She could feel the heat of his breath against her most intimate places, sending a shiver through her.

He took a deep breath against her skin before his lips finally pressed against her.

-- oOo --

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[shailu4ever]

Hey Everyone,

I’ve got a big update for you all, and I’m not splitting it up, no way, not with something this special. It took me a bit longer than expected, but I spent several hours typing, editing, and retyping, making sure it was just right.

Just a heads-up, this is Sirisha's first experience, so I wasn’t about to cut things short. 

It’s all here, and I hope you enjoy every bit of it as much as I enjoyed putting it together. 

Let me know if any tweaks are needed,  I’m happy to make things even more exciting if necessary.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Her First Taste of Surrender


Ravi began by licking roughly along the outer folds of her virgin pussy, his tongue dragging slowly and deliberately, teasing the sensitive skin. 

The heat of his mouth sent a shiver through Sirisha’s body, her breath hitching as she felt the first flicks of his tongue. Each movement was slow, measured, building the anticipation inside her. 

As he moved closer to her clit, her body stiffened, a rush of need flooding her.

When his tongue finally flicked over her bud, she moaned loudly, her hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more. He didn’t hesitate. He pressed harder, circling her clit with precise urgency, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her body.

Sirisha’s hips bucked off the couch, craving deeper contact, the sensation overwhelming her senses.

Ravi didn’t hold back. His tongue moved faster, more aggressively, increasing the pressure on her clit as his fingers slid into her, finding her wet and ready. He pushed deeper, his fingertips massaging her inner walls with quick, skillful strokes, feeling her tighten around him, clenching in pleasure. She was dripping with need, soaking him with her heat, and he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. His tongue plunged deeper into her pussy, tasting every inch of her as he licked, sucked, and fucked her with his mouth. His desire was insatiable, and Sirisha could feel every bit of it in the way he devoured her.

“Bhayya…” she gasped, her voice tight and breathless, barely more than a whisper. The words slipped out like a prayer, filled with a desperation that made Ravi hunger for her more. “Please… Bhayya… ”

But he didn’t give her a chance to breathe. 

His tongue swept over her slick folds, relentlessly drawing out the taste of her as he pulled her lower lip between his teeth and sucked harder. 

“Aaaahhhhh…”  Sirisha’s body jolted beneath him, every stroke sending electric shocks through her. 

She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. The room, the world, it all faded into nothingness. 

There was only him, his mouth, and the raw hunger between them. Her hands gripped the cushions beneath her, her chest rising and falling sharply as she tried to stay grounded. 

But Ravi wasn’t letting her go. He kept pulling her deeper into pleasure, keeping her at the edge of madness.

His hands moved to her hips, holding her still as he deepened his kiss with his tongue, sliding it between her folds, savoring the taste of her.

He teased her clit again, flicking it hard with his tongue, drawing desperate, breathless moans from her.

Sirisha was trembling now, her body a tight coil, every inch of her skin ablaze with need. Her moans grew louder, her back arching involuntarily as she sought more from him. She was so close, too close, but Ravi wasn’t about to let her break just yet. 

He kept the pace slow, deliberate, his tongue tracing circles around her clit, keeping her on the brink, never letting her fall over.

“Bhayya…” she whispered, desperation thick in her voice. “Please…”


Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body writhing beneath him as she begged for more.

She was so fucking close, her body practically screaming for release, but Ravi wasn’t done. He held her in place, refusing to let her go until she was begging for it. The way her hips moved against his face, pushing for deeper contact, only made him more ravenous. He was pushing her limits, teasing her with the slow rhythm of his tongue, flicking and sucking at her clit, drawing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

Her body was taut, every muscle stretched to its breaking point. 

Sirisha could feel the release building inside her, but it wasn’t enough yet. Not until he decided.

“Please…” she begged again, her voice a breathless whisper, “Please don’t stop Bhayya…”

Ravi’s response was a deliberate, needy hum against her skin, his lips pressing harder as his tongue circled her clit with brutal intensity. She was trembling under him, her legs quivering, her breath coming in desperate gasps. He could feel her getting closer, the pressure inside her building until it threatened to break. 

She was so close, but he needed to hear her beg for it. He needed to feel her surrender completely.

“Bhayyaa… please… don’t stop… I can’t… I need you… please...” Her voice cracked, almost a sob, the desperation in it making his chest tighten with desire.

Her words ignited a fire deep inside him, and he pushed harder, faster, determined to take her to the edge, and keep her there.

With one final, brutal flick of his tongue, he pushed her over the edge.

“Mmmm… Aaaaaaaahhhh…” Sirisha’s body stiffened as the first wave of pleasure hit her, and she screamed his name, the sound raw and guttural as her orgasm ripped through her.

Her legs shook violently, her hands gripping him desperately, trying to anchor herself to reality. 

She was shaking beneath him, her body convulsing as the pleasure coursed through her like a storm. 

The release was everything, wild, consuming, overwhelming. 

“Bhayyaaaa…” The sound of her voice, as she came completely undone in his mouth, drove Ravi to the brink of madness himself.


Her first orgasm. Every cell of her body responded with pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.  


But Ravi didn’t stop. Not even as she came. He kept his tongue on her clit, relentless, pushing her further into the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body kept trembling, her hips jerking in time with his movements as she rode the wave of her pleasure.

He held her steady, guiding her through the intense release, his hands firm on her hips, making sure she felt every pulse, every wave.


When the tremors finally started to subside, Sirisha collapsed back onto the couch, breathless and spent. Her body still shook with the aftereffects of her release, but Ravi’s hands remained steady on her, grounding her, making sure she knew she was safe.

Slowly, he moved up her body, his lips brushing over her skin, kissing her softly in the aftermath. He could taste the remnants of her on his lips, and as they kissed again, their mouths met with a tenderness that felt almost too gentle after everything.

Her eyes opened slowly, meeting his, and the rawness between them was undeniable. There were no words needed, no explanations. She had surrendered everything to him, and he had given her all of himself in return. 

The connection between them was palpable, deep, and as they kissed once more, 

It felt as though nothing else mattered

No need for anything more

Just the intensity of what they had shared.

-- oOo --

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[Strangerstf]

I read from 1st page to 35th page in a marathon...
I didn't like Neetu. And I was totally disappointed that they had threesome just like that. 
Title is of priya but she was nowhere to be seen.
But kudos to the writer for her efforts.
Shirisha role was completely ruined with the threesome.Neetu was not at all needed.
I have been reading it for 15+ hours.
I lost the connection with priya too.


But I think this writer is the best here.She didn't stop giving updates.Salute.

[shailu4ever]

I read from 1st page to 35th page in a marathon...
I didn't like Neetu. And I was totally disappointed that they had threesome just like that. 
Title is of priya but she was nowhere to be seen.
But kudos to the writer for her efforts.
Shirisha role was completely ruined with the threesome.Neetu was not at all needed.
I have been reading it for 15+ hours.
I lost the connection with priya too.


But I think this writer is the best here.She didn't stop giving updates.Salute.

Hi Strangerstf

First, thank you very much for reading the story continuously. That's really a great compliment for me. I thank you very much for that.

Next, thank you for your compliments for my efforts. That really means a lot.


You please read a few more pages. Then you will understand. They didn't have a threesome, it doesn't happen that easily. It was just his dream. I just wanted to show how much he was longing it.

I don't want to spoil the reminder of the story to you.


Only request I have is please read a few more pages and please don't forget to tell me how you feel.

Priya didi will be coming back in a few days. I am keeping the best for the last.

Thank again for messaging. It means a lot.


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[venkygeethu]

Thanks for the regular updates

It is really understandable as a writer you have other work to do

In spite of all your hurdles and difficulties you have successfully updated your story regularly

As per the feedback by many readers all expect Priya Didi to come back soon

[shailu4ever]

Lingering Tension


The atmosphere in the apartment was thick, heavy with the afterglow of what had just transpired. 

Sirisha, her body still trembling from the intensity, sat a little apart from Ravi, bare, flushed, and radiant. 

Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. 

Her nipples stood proudly upon her magnificent golden breasts, taut and darkened, as if they carried a silent challenge Ravi could not ignore. 

Every subtle shift in her posture revealed another glimmer of her glowing skin, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intimacy.

Ravi sat close, his mind racing, still struggling to process the gravity of what had unfolded between them. 

The depth of their connection had caught him unprepared, leaving him suspended between desire and disbelief.

His gaze, unrelenting, fixed on her breasts, those proud peaks standing against the cool air, flushed with heat and longing. 

The sight pulled at him like gravity itself.

He leaned in, his breath grazing her skin, and for a suspended heartbeat, the air between them crackled with electricity, until temptation finally won.
 
Slowly, inevitably, he moved closer, lips parting as he took one nipple into his mouth. 

He sucked with an aching hunger, his tongue brushing deliberately, savoring her. 

His hand found her other breast, fingers circling, teasing, until her body arched involuntarily beneath his touch. 

His voice, muffled against her skin, came soft and teasing—an attempt to mask the storm raging beneath the surface.
 
Ravi: “You’re amazing. Guess you’re not shy anymore, are you?”
 
Sirisha’s lips curved into a playful smile, though beneath it flickered a fragile vulnerability. 

Slowly, deliberately, she pushed herself upright, her movements languid, almost reluctant. 

Her gaze faltered, hesitant to meet his eyes, as though uncertain how to navigate the invisible bond that seemed to be tightening between them.
 

Sirisha: “Ssss… Bhayya, please stop. You’re really shameless, Bhayya.”

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[shailu4ever]

Thanks for the regular updates

It is really understandable as a writer you have other work to do

In spite of all your hurdles and difficulties you have successfully updated your story regularly

As per the feedback by many readers all expect Priya Didi to come back soon

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement!

I truly appreciate your understanding and support, it really motivates me to keep going despite the challenges. 

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the regular updates.

And yes, I’ve heard from many readers about Priya Didi as well.

Without giving away any spoilers, I can say she has an important place in the story, and your excitement for her return makes me really happy. 


But I am thinking that I should first complete the current arc, and finish The Threesome Rasmalai Party Currently I am building up for that.

But if you all think that is not needed, I can skip that threesome and directly bring Priya Didi.

Please let me know your thoughts...


Please keep reading and sharing your thoughts as regularly as possible, it means a lot to me.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

 

Hi Everyone,
 
I’ve received a lot of requests from you all about bringing Priya Didi back, and honestly, I want to bring her back too.
 
Right now, I’m focusing on completing the current arc, which is building up toward The Threesome Rasmalai Party. That’s the direction I had in mind.
 
However, if you feel that this arc isn’t really needed, I can cancel The Threesome Rasmalai Party  and bring Priya Didi back in the next few scenes instead.
 
Your feedback is very important for this decision, so please share your thoughts. I’ll be waiting for your poll responses.
 
With warm regards

-- Shailu

[readersp]

Please continue and finish the threesome. It would be logical after all the build up.. Priya did can come back at an appropriate time. Please do not rush..Go with your pace..readers will follow

[shailu4ever]

Please continue and finish the threesome. It would be logical after all the build up.. Priya did can come back at an appropriate time. Please do not rush..Go with your pace..readers will follow

Hi readersp

Thank you so much for your thoughtful response—I personally agree with you.

However, I’ve been hearing from many readers asking for Priya Didi to return. Since this is her story, I totally understand their point of view.

I’ll wait to see what others think, but in the meantime, I’ll continue with the story as originally planned.

Thanks again for your continued support!

With best regards,


-- Shailu

[Hotyyhard]

Extrordinary shailu keep awesome updates flowing

[shailu4ever]

Her laugh was soft, but tinged with an awkward edge, unlike before. 


Her eyes dropped to her bare body, and suddenly she became acutely aware of her nakedness. 

One arm crossed protectively over her breasts, the other drifted lower, shielding her womanhood. 

Yet even in that modest gesture, her fingertips brushed against the lingering wetness, and a deep warmth rippled through her, betraying her restraint.
 
Ravi’s gaze softened, though amusement still glimmered in his eyes. His voice dropped to a whisper, playful yet edged with something more dangerous, more deliberate.
 
Ravi: “Shameless? Maybe. But you didn’t seem to mind.”
 
He caught her wrist gently, pulling her hand away from her breasts. 

Bringing her fingers to his lips, he kissed them, tasting her with deliberate slowness.
 
Her eyes widened, her breath catching as a rush of color spread across her cheeks. 

Despite herself, Sirisha blushed, caught between embarrassment and desire. 

She shifted slightly to the side, clinging to the last threads of her pride, even as the invisible current between them grew stronger.
 
Sirisha: “I did mind, Bhayya. But you didn’t stop. You’re the one who pulled off my shorts and panties—even when I tried to stop you. I should complain to Neetu Bhabhi… you made me lose all my clothes.”
 
Ravi’s eyes gleamed, amusement flickering with something darker. 

Still savoring the taste of her on his lips, he leaned back against the couch with casual arrogance, watching her with growing interest.
 
Ravi: “Then complain to Neetu Bhabhi tomorrow—at our Threesome Rasmalai Party. Maybe this time, she’ll be the one to undress you.”
 
His laugh was low, teasing, almost mocking.
 
Sirisha: “No, Bhayya. I don’t think Bhabhi is like you… You’re the shameless one.”
 
Ravi: “You didn’t protest either. You’re not as shy as you pretend to be.”
 
The tension refused to fade. It lingered in the air like static, every glance and gesture threatening to pull them back into the fire they had only just stepped away from.
 
At last, Sirisha slipped her hand free from his, her damp fingers brushing against his lips one final time. 

Then she rose, her movements slow, her body still trembling from the storm of emotions that coursed through her. 

She walked toward the small pile of discarded clothes, her silhouette illuminated in the dim light

A figure both vulnerable and defiant, glowing as though the room itself was reluctant to let her go.

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[shailu4ever]

The tension between them lingered in the air, thick and electric,

 
As Sirisha moved away from Ravi, her body still humming with the aftermath of their intimacy.
 
He sat there, watching her every move, unable to tear his gaze away.
 
The scene before him was etched into his mind in an instant, one that would haunt him long after the moment had passed.
 
For a long moment, Ravi simply stared at her. 

His pulse quickened as his eyes traced the soft contours of her body, still glowing with the aftermath of their encounter.

Her skin, delicate and luminous, held the last traces of their shared warmth, and the very air around her seemed to shimmer.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in a cascade of wild, inviting waves, strands catching the dim light and making her look like a goddess bathed in the last glow of twilight.

The curve of her back, gentle and yet so strong, was a vision of grace and power, soft, but with an undeniable, hidden strength. 

Every subtle shift of her body, every movement, seemed to draw him in further, ensnaring his senses.
 
His breath hitched as he watched her.

Her breasts, still high and proud, seemed to call to him, their soft swell rising and falling with every measured breath she took. 

The warmth of the moment lingered around her, making her seem like she was glowing from within. 

He couldn’t help but admire the way her nipples, darkened with desire,

Stood taut against the cool air, an invitation, bold and silent, to return to the heat they had just shared. 

The air around her felt thick, charged, with the tension of what had been and what could still be.

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[shailu4ever]

As Sirisha bent down to gather the clothes she had discarded


Her movements were slow, sensual, each deliberate shift of her body making his heart race.

The way her waist flexed, the subtle dip of her ribs, each curve of her body was like a melody, drawing him deeper into her spell. 

His gaze traced the smooth, flawless skin of her stomach, the slight ripple of her muscles beneath her skin as she moved. 

Her body, an artful masterpiece of contrasts, soft yet defined, delicate yet powerful, was a vision too beautiful to comprehend.
 
The way her hips swayed with the rhythmic grace of a dancer only intensified the heat building between them. 

The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the curve of her spine, the delicate arch of her back, it was all an invitation, a symphony of flesh and desire, impossible for him to look away from. 

Her breasts seemed to dance with her every movement, soft and full, and when she shifted, they caught the light, drawing his gaze with an irresistible pull.
 
His heart raced as he noticed the glow of sunlight falling across her, illuminating her like a vision from a dream.

Her skin shimmered, bathed in the warm, almost golden light, casting an ethereal glow over her,

An otherworldly beauty that seemed too perfect, too surreal to be real. But she was real, so unbelievably real, and the sheer presence of her, standing before him, left him speechless. 

Every line, every curve of her body was a temptation, a challenge to his restraint.
 
As he watched, his body stirred, the desire within him rekindling, alive once more. 

She was too intoxicating to resist, too beautiful to deny, and he found himself drawn to her again, compelled by the raw magnetism of the moment, unable to escape the pull she had on him.

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[shailu4ever]

Ravi’s eyes lingered on her, drinking in every curve, every glint of skin, every subtle sway of her body as she moved.


The air between them seemed to thrum, charged with a magnetic tension that made his chest tighten. 

Her presence was overwhelming, an intoxicating mix of vulnerability and raw, unfiltered femininity that made it impossible for him to look away. 

Every subtle shift of her hips, every flick of her long, dark hair, seemed designed to pull him deeper, to ensnare him in her spell.
 
In that moment, she was an embodiment of pure femininity, a living sculpture of temptation, and he felt utterly powerless.

Her bare skin glimmered in the soft light, warm and radiant, drawing him into a dizzying orbit of desire. 

Each inhale she took, each subtle exhale, seemed to resonate in his chest, sending shivers along his spine. 

He could feel the warmth of her, almost smell it, the intoxicating scent of her skin and the faint lingering trace of their shared intimacy.
 
She paused, mid-motion, with a faint, teasing smile playing on her lips as she glanced over her shoulder. 

The slight vulnerability in her gaze struck him like a lightning bolt, sending a shiver of longing through him. 

In that instant, the world narrowed to the space between them, taut and electric, and he realized, he was utterly, irrevocably lost.
 
Her body, poised with natural elegance and daring confidence, made him catch his breath.

Every contour, every delicate swell, every subtle line of muscle seemed designed to captivate him. 

His resistance crumbled under the weight of her presence, and he felt a pull, magnetic and undeniable, drawing him closer even as his mind whispered caution.
 
Ravi (softly, under his breath, almost to himself): “God… you’re so incredibly beautiful…”
 

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[khemucha]

Hi readersp

Thank you so much for your thoughtful response—I personally agree with you.

However, I’ve been hearing from many readers asking for Priya Didi to return. Since this is her story, I totally understand their point of view.

I’ll wait to see what others think, but in the meantime, I’ll continue with the story as originally planned.

Thanks again for your continued support!

With best regards,


-- Shailu

One sureshot way of screwing up a story is by understanding the reader's point of view. happens invariably. New writers are particularly prone to this malady. They need to realize that its their, the writer's perspective that drew readers in the first place. Remember the old adage - too many cooks ... and all that.

Still not following your stories for reasons mentioned initially, but I see that you have developed quite a fan following. I was casually glancing at the last page, to get a sense of where you had reached and came across this toying with the idea of harakiri.

[shailu4ever]

One sureshot way of screwing up a story is by understanding the reader's point of view. happens invariably. New writers are particularly prone to this malady. They need to realize that its their, the writer's perspective that drew readers in the first place. Remember the old adage - too many cooks ... and all that.

Still not following your stories for reasons mentioned initially, but I see that you have developed quite a fan following. I was casually glancing at the last page, to get a sense of where you had reached and came across this toying with the idea of harakiri.

[shailu4ever]

She stood fully naked, letting the fabric of her hair fall freely,

revealing the soft line of her neck and the curve of her shoulders, a subtle invitation he couldn’t ignore. 

The spell was cast, he was ensnared, unable to look away.
 
Sirisha, still flushed and glowing, let her words slip out with a teasing edge that belied the heat of the moment:

Sirisha: “Where’s my bra, Bhayya?”

Her casual tone cut through the charged silence, reminding him of everything they had shared, and yet it made his pulse spike even higher. 

She didn’t even realize how freely her voice carried, how it made the room pulse with tension between them.
 
Ravi’s breath caught. 

He tried to steady his voice, though the heat pooling in his chest betrayed him.

Ravi: “I… I didn’t think you’d want them back just yet.”
 
Even as he spoke, his eyes roamed her body,

Lingering on the delicate curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her breasts, the flushed warmth of her skin. 

Each movement she made drew him further into a vortex of desire he couldn’t resist.
 
Sirisha’s fingers fumbled over her clothes, she found her bra and her movements slow, deliberate, teasing. 

She picked up her top, hesitated, and then pulled it over her head, acutely aware of his gaze. 

She didn’t flinch; if anything, she let herself be watched, letting the awareness of his desire brush over her like a caress.

Sirisha: “You’re a bad influence, you know that?”
 
 
Her voice, though lightly teasing, carried a depth that made his chest tighten.

It was playful yet raw, a reflection of the vulnerability she could no longer hide. 

Ravi let out a low, throaty chuckle, the sound thick with emotion, as the charged silence settled around them. 

Every glance, every subtle movement, felt like an unspoken promise, a thread of longing connecting them.
 
And then, the spell of the moment was broken, a sudden buzz from Ravi’s phone.

The screen lighting up with a name that twisted his stomach: “Priya Didi.”
 

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