Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She leaned back slightly, her shoulder brushing his. The simple touch of her skin against his sent a soft tremor through him, a reminder that she was there, that she had been there, always. 

He realized with a sudden clarity that he didn’t want to move, not now, not when the air between them felt so electric, so full of possibility. 

There was a warmth in her that both steadied and set him on fire in a way he couldn’t name.
 
“I… I don’t know what to do,” Ravi confessed in a low, unsteady voice, his words hanging in the air between them. “I feel like everything’s falling apart.”
 
Neetu’s hand moved to cover his briefly, her fingers brushing over his skin with deliberate care, her touch gentle but intentional.

Her thumb moved in slow circles, a quiet motion that held an unspoken promise of comfort, and something more. “It’s not falling apart,” she said, her voice steady, soft. “It’s just… messy. Life is messy. People are messy. And you’re human, Ravi. And that’s okay.”
 
The words, simple as they were, settled deep inside him, easing some of the pressure in his chest. He let out a shaky laugh, feeling the tension in his body loosen just a little. 

Her hand didn’t pull away right away, and when she kept it there, fingers lingering on his, it wasn’t accidental.

It was a lifeline. It was a reminder that he wasn’t alone. And as the quiet stretched between them, the air thickened, not with discomfort, but with a growing, undeniable tension.
 
Neetu tilted her head, letting it rest softly against his shoulder. The unexpectedness of the gesture caught him off guard, but he didn’t pull away. 

Instead, he froze for a moment, letting himself feel the subtle weight of her head on his shoulder, the warmth of her body pressing into his side. It wasn’t overwhelming. But it was intimate, close enough to stir a flutter deep inside him.
 
He felt the small rise and fall of her chest against his, the faint brush of her hair against his neck, and suddenly, everything that had felt chaotic, everything that had felt beyond repair, seemed to settle into something simpler. Something softer. Something that he didn’t want to pull away from.
 
The room stayed quiet, but in that silence, the space between them deepened. Hands brushed again, so lightly, so intentionally, that it sent a wave of heat through Ravi’s chest. 

The touch was unspoken, but it was enough to make his breath catch. His chest tightened, not from anxiety, but from the awareness of her closeness, the soft charge of being near her, seen and understood in such a raw, unguarded way.
 
Neetu whispered, almost to herself, her breath warm against his skin. “It’s okay to let yourself feel, Ravi.”
 
The words were like a permission he hadn’t realized he needed. 

The weight of them sank into him, and for the first time since entering the room, he allowed himself to feel, to breathe her in, to soak up her warmth, her comfort, and the delicate, almost forbidden tension that hummed between them.
 
His gaze found hers then, and there was no need for words. 

In that look, they both felt it, the tension, the pull, the quiet hunger that neither of them dared to speak aloud. 

And yet, for a moment, just a fleeting one, Ravi wondered what it would feel like to lean into this pull.
 
And in that stillness, Ravi realized that the day could stretch long, and maybe, just maybe, he could let himself lean into her presence, carefully, naturally, one step at a time.

 
 

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[shailu4ever]

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She leaned back slightly, her shoulder brushing his. The simple touch of her skin against his sent a soft tremor through him, a reminder that she was there, that she had been there, always. 

He realized with a sudden clarity that he didn’t want to move, not now, not when the air between them felt so electric, so full of possibility. 

There was a warmth in her that both steadied and set him on fire in a way he couldn’t name.
 
“I… I don’t know what to do,” Ravi confessed in a low, unsteady voice, his words hanging in the air between them. “I feel like everything’s falling apart.”
 
Neetu’s hand moved to cover his briefly, her fingers brushing over his skin with deliberate care, her touch gentle but intentional.

Her thumb moved in slow circles, a quiet motion that held an unspoken promise of comfort, and something more. “It’s not falling apart,” she said, her voice steady, soft. “It’s just… messy. Life is messy. People are messy. And you’re human, Ravi. And that’s okay.”
 
The words, simple as they were, settled deep inside him, easing some of the pressure in his chest. He let out a shaky laugh, feeling the tension in his body loosen just a little. 

Her hand didn’t pull away right away, and when she kept it there, fingers lingering on his, it wasn’t accidental.

It was a lifeline. It was a reminder that he wasn’t alone. And as the quiet stretched between them, the air thickened, not with discomfort, but with a growing, undeniable tension.
 
Neetu tilted her head, letting it rest softly against his shoulder. The unexpectedness of the gesture caught him off guard, but he didn’t pull away. 

Instead, he froze for a moment, letting himself feel the subtle weight of her head on his shoulder, the warmth of her body pressing into his side. It wasn’t overwhelming. But it was intimate, close enough to stir a flutter deep inside him.
 
He felt the small rise and fall of her chest against his, the faint brush of her hair against his neck, and suddenly, everything that had felt chaotic, everything that had felt beyond repair, seemed to settle into something simpler. Something softer. Something that he didn’t want to pull away from.
 
The room stayed quiet, but in that silence, the space between them deepened. Hands brushed again, so lightly, so intentionally, that it sent a wave of heat through Ravi’s chest. 

The touch was unspoken, but it was enough to make his breath catch. His chest tightened, not from anxiety, but from the awareness of her closeness, the soft charge of being near her, seen and understood in such a raw, unguarded way.
 
Neetu whispered, almost to herself, her breath warm against his skin. “It’s okay to let yourself feel, Ravi.”
 
The words were like a permission he hadn’t realized he needed. 

The weight of them sank into him, and for the first time since entering the room, he allowed himself to feel, to breathe her in, to soak up her warmth, her comfort, and the delicate, almost forbidden tension that hummed between them.
 
His gaze found hers then, and there was no need for words. 

In that look, they both felt it, the tension, the pull, the quiet hunger that neither of them dared to speak aloud. 

And yet, for a moment, just a fleeting one, Ravi wondered what it would feel like to lean into this pull.
 
And in that stillness, Ravi realized that the day could stretch long, and maybe, just maybe, he could let himself lean into her presence, carefully, naturally, one step at a time.

 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Afternoon – 401, Circle of Trust & Subtle Sensuous Undercurrent

 
The air between Ravi and Neetu remained charged, warm from the closeness, the lingering shiver of their kiss still palpable. Ravi leaned back slightly, resting against Neetu’s shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. The room was quiet, cocooned in a fragile calm, when a faint rustling from the other room broke the spell.
 
Neetu’s gaze shifted toward the sound, and Ravi turned just in time to see Sirisha step into the room. Her expression faltered as she took in the scene, Ravi leaning against Neetu, the soft, intimate closeness still evident. Shadows of guilt and confusion flickered across her eyes.
 
Neetu lifted her head and smiled gently. “It’s okay, Sirisha,” she said softly, voice warm and calm. “Ravi told me what happened. You don’t have to worry.”
 
Sirisha exhaled slowly, tension easing from her shoulders just slightly. She hesitated, then stepped closer, eyes flicking between Ravi and Neetu. 

Neetu opened her arms, inviting her in. 

Without a word, Sirisha leaned into her, and Neetu wrapped her in a gentle, grounding hug. The warmth was steady and reassuring, a reminder that she was not alone.
 
“It’s not your fault, beta,” Neetu whispered, voice low, soothing. “None of this is your fault. You’re human. We all make mistakes. What matters is how we move forward, and how we treat each other.”
 
Sirisha pressed closer, tension in her body slowly easing as she exhaled into the embrace. “Bhabhi…” she murmured, voice fragile. “Thank you… for not judging me.”
 
Neetu stroked the back of her hair, slow, deliberate motions grounding Sirisha. “You’re okay, beta. Really. You’re normal. You’re human. You’re learning, just like everyone else. And you’re not alone in this. Remember the circle of trust we built together. Here, you can talk about anything. No shame, no fear. We stand for each other. We take care of each other.”
 
Sirisha’s grip loosened slightly, eyes brightening with relief and understanding. “So… I don’t have to feel guilty? I don’t have to hide anything?”
 
Neetu smiled, brushing a gentle hand across her shoulder. “Exactly, beta. Be honest. Fully. Without fear. You belong here, completely.”
 
Ravi, still close, nodded softly, hand resting lightly on Sirisha’s shoulder. “She’s right. We’re in this together. Whatever comes next, we face it as a team. Nothing you say, nothing that happens, will change that.”
 
Sirisha exhaled again, a genuine, relieved smile spreading across her face. For the first time since Priya Didi’s call, she felt safe, truly seen, not as someone who had made mistakes, but as someone who belonged to this circle, this unshakable trust.
 
Ravi reached out, thumb brushing her shoulder gently. “We’ll figure this out together,” he said quietly, eyes meeting hers with an unspoken promise. “I… I don’t want you to feel guilty. Step by step.”
 
Neetu adjusted slightly, her body subtly shifting closer to Ravi, not in a way that diminished Sirisha’s presence, but enough that the warmth and closeness between her and Ravi remained palpable. Small touches, his shoulder against her arm, her hand brushing his, lingered longer than necessary, electric in their subtlety.
 
“See? You’re both okay. No need to panic,” Neetu said, voice gentle but firm. “Honesty and trust, that’s what matters. We move forward together.”
 
Sirisha’s voice was small, steadier now. “Thank you, Bhabhi… really.” She pulled back slightly from the hug but stayed close, hands brushing Neetu’s as if reluctant to let go entirely.
 
The room fell into quiet again, but beneath the calm, Ravi could still feel the residual heat of Neetu’s presence, the lingering closeness of their earlier kiss. His chest rose and fell unevenly, awareness of her warmth threading through his skin, grounding him while stirring something deeper, a quiet, sensual hum that neither demanded nor rushed, just existed between them.
 
Neetu’s gaze met his briefly, subtle, knowing, almost a spark of understanding passing between them. He inhaled slowly, letting it settle. For the first time in days, Ravi felt seen, not for mistakes, not for guilt, but for who he was beneath it all, and for the bond he shared with both women in this delicate, trusting circle.
 
They breathed together in the quiet, fragile peace that had descended, the afternoon stretching long and intimate. Ravi felt a rare glimmer of hope, and, quietly, a reminder that closeness could be grounding, sensual, and human all at once, without shame or haste.

 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Slowly into the Sensuous and Subtle Erotic Motion
 

The quiet lingered after Ravi and Neetu’s closeness, the air still vibrating with warmth, unspoken tension, and the subtle pulse of desire. 

Sirisha had been watching silently, absorbing the delicate intimacy between them, feeling both curiosity and a hesitant yearning stir within her. The room felt smaller, more enclosed, almost like a private world suspended in fragile calm.
 
Drawn by the pull of trust, the warmth radiating from Neetu, and the quiet magnetism of Ravi’s presence, she stepped forward cautiously. Her heartbeat quickened, not from fear, but from the intimacy surrounding her, the shared vulnerability, and the soft, electric hum threading through the space. 

She could feel the subtle pressure of closeness, the way bodies and breaths seemed to intertwine, and she realized instinctively that whatever happened next would reshape the boundaries of their circle, revealing layers of connection, trust, and desire that none of them had dared fully acknowledge before.
 
With a small, tentative exhale, she moved closer, letting herself sink into the gravity of Neetu’s steady warmth, and the moment became more than comfort, it became a quietly charged, sensuous space where care, trust, and latent longing could coexist.
 
“It’s not your fault, Sirisha,” Neetu whispered, her hand sliding slowly along Sirisha’s back, fingertips grazing lightly over the sensitive skin, tracing invisible patterns that sent a faint shiver through her. 

Her voice was low, rich, and soothing, vibrating softly against Sirisha’s ear. “None of this is your fault. You’re human. We all make mistakes. What matters is how we move forward, and how we treat each other.”
 
Sirisha pressed closer into Neetu, feeling the warmth of her body seep into her own, a quiet heat spreading through her chest. The tension in her frame began to dissolve, melting with every subtle touch. 

Her breath fluttered, brushing against the nape of Neetu’s neck, and a trembling sigh escaped her lips. “Bhabhi…” she murmured, voice delicate, almost reverent. “Thank you… for not judging me.”
 
Neetu’s fingers moved up, stroking the back of Sirisha’s hair in slow, deliberate motions, each pass lingering just long enough to awaken tiny sparks of sensation along her spine. 

She tilted her head, letting her lips brush just near Sirisha’s temple, a fleeting caress, before trailing toward her cheek. 

The warmth of Neetu’s breath, soft and intimate, kissed her skin in a way that sent a tremor of electricity through Sirisha’s body.

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[venkygeethu]

Kudos for reaching half century wishing you to reach CENTURY very soon

[prasannas2001]

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This yesterday's auto experience in Hyderabad roads with path holes and turns and twists, sparked the idea for the auto ride scenes between Priya and Ravi.  

I quickly changed them today and gave the updates.

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That's very cleaver.

The auto scenes are very relatable.

Wonderful job Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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“Ravi told me everything… everything he did to you,” Neetu murmured, her words low, velvety, intimate—making the air between them feel thick and charged.

 
Sirisha stiffened for a moment, breath catching, but Neetu drew her closer, arms anchoring her in a steady, enveloping embrace. The subtle pressure of Neetu’s heavenly breasts against her tender breasts grounded her, yet stirred something forbidden, stirring a warmth that she hadn’t anticipated. 

Neetu’s tone remained soft, confessional, almost secretive, as though sharing something meant for only them.
 
“And still, beta… you are safe here. None of that makes you less. None of that makes you wrong. You are part of us. This circle…” Neetu’s lips brushed softly against Sirisha’s cheek—not quite a kiss, but the sensation alone sent a wave of heat spiraling down her body. “…this circle is stronger than any mistake, stronger than any guilt.”
 
“You don’t need to hide from me. From Ravi. From yourself,” Neetu whispered, her breath warm, soft, and impossibly close, sliding across Sirisha’s neck as if tracing the contours of her pulse. “In this circle of trust, you can tell us anything, feel anything. We will always stand for each other, take care of each other… even in the messiest of places.”
 
Sirisha felt it before she even registered it consciously, the feather-light brush of Neetu’s lips against her cheek, soft and deliberate, lingering just enough to stir an almost dizzying warmth behind her eyes. The sensation spread slowly, like a current sliding along her skin, down her neck, and across her shoulders, awakening every nerve ending it touched. 

Her breath hitched slightly, involuntary, caught somewhere between shyness and a thrilling awareness of closeness she had never fully allowed herself to feel.
 
Neetu’s warm breath brushed against her ear and the curve of her neck, soft, steady, almost hypnotic. It carried the faint, natural scent of her, a mix of jasmine and the subtle warmth of her skin, and Sirisha felt herself leaning in minutely, drawn by the intimate gravity of the moment. 

Every exhale from Neetu pressed a tender insistence against her, a quiet, unspoken assurance that melted the tension coiled in her chest. The heat between them was subtle but undeniable, a slow, simmering awareness that teased her senses, softly erotic in the gentlest, most consuming way.
 
Sirisha’s fingers flexed slightly against Neetu’s arm, unable to resist the shiver that ran down her spine, the mix of safety, closeness, and the delicate, intoxicating thrill of being held so near. 

Even her heartbeat seemed to sync with the rhythm of Neetu’s warmth, the soft intimacy of lips and breath and touch weaving an almost sacred tension that made the world beyond the room vanish entirely.

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[shailu4ever]

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“Bhabhi… your… your touch… it’s…” Sirisha’s voice faltered, soft and trembling, betraying the heat pooling in her chest.
 
Neetu smiled gently, her hand sliding down Sirisha’s back, tracing slow, tender circles. “Shh… it’s okay, beta. You don’t have to explain. You’re safe here. Feel it, if you need to.” Her voice was velvet, low, intimately close, each word wrapping around Sirisha like a warm, reassuring cocoon.
 
Sirisha leaned into the press of Neetu’s body, her cheek still warm from the brush of lips, and whispered, “I… I’ve never felt… like this before.”
 
Neetu tilted her head, lips brushing lightly near Sirisha’s temple again, whispering softly, “It’s alright, beta… you’re not alone. You don’t need to be afraid of how you feel. This… this closeness, this warmth, it’s all safe here.”
 
Sirisha’s eyes fluttered closed, a trembling sigh escaping her lips. She melted into Neetu’s touch, body softening in the security of the embrace, the subtle erotic charge of skin against skin igniting a quiet, almost forbidden awareness. “So… I don’t have to feel ashamed? I don’t have to bury it?”
 
Neetu pulled back just slightly to meet her gaze, intensity in her eyes unwavering, magnetic. She brushed a stray lock of hair from Sirisha’s face, thumb lingering against her cheek.

The contact was soft, deliberate, electric. “Exactly, Sirisha. You can be honest here, fully and without fear. That’s the point of this circle. We hold each other up. We listen. We support. We don’t let judgment or fear come between us. This…” She leaned in, her breath mingling with Sirisha’s, almost imperceptibly, close enough to stir her pulse. “This is safe. And you belong here… completely.”
 
Ravi, standing close, let his hand rest warmly on Sirisha’s other shoulder, grounding her further. His voice was low, steady, resonant. “She’s right. I told Bhabhi everything, and she still accepts me. She accepts us. Whatever comes next, we face it as a team. Nothing you say, nothing that happens, will change that.”
 
Sirisha let out a long, shivering sigh, her body softening fully, surrendering to the dual warmth and protection of Neetu and Ravi’s presence. A genuine, fragile smile curved her lips, radiant and tentative, as if a heavy weight she had carried for days had finally dissolved.
 
For the first time since Priya Didi’s call, she felt safe, seen, and deeply desired in the intimacy of belonging. 

Not as someone flawed, not as someone who had erred, but as someone fully embraced in this unshakable circle of trust, the sensual, almost erotic closeness weaving silently between them, grounding and awakening in equal measure.
 
The room seemed smaller now, the air heavier yet sweeter, filled with warmth, tactile reassurance, and quiet, thrilling intimacy. Each subtle touch, the slide of a hand, a brush of hair, a shared breath, spoke volumes without words, letting trust, desire, and vulnerability coexist in the delicate, charged silence.

 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Kudos for reaching half century wishing you to reach CENTURY very soon

Hi venkygeethu

Thank you so much! Reaching the half-century mark feels amazing, and your wishes for a century mean a lot to me. 

I’ll keep pushing forward, though the journey ahead might take a little longer than it did to get here, things might get a bit more challenging as I go. 

But with your support, I’m motivated to keep going!

Thank you very much for the continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

That's very cleaver.

The auto scenes are very relatable.

Wonderful job Shailu

Hi prasannas2001

Thank you so much! I'm really glad the auto scenes resonated with you, it means a lot to know they felt relatable. 

I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I’ll keep working to bring more moments like that to the story! 

Feel free to share any similar scenes that have happened to you, I’m always curious to hear real-life experiences! 

Appreciate your compliments

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[venkygeethu]

Good morning really amazing that you have reached 50 pages . In spite of reaching 50 pages only the preface is going on still the main picture is yet to begin. Keeping Priya Didi and Ravi's love making session for the future is really kindling our desires and expectations

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Sensual and Healing Closeness
 

Sirisha exhaled softly, a tremor in her chest as the long, shuddering sigh escaped her lips.
 
For the first time since Priya Didi's call, a smile finally curved her mouth, a fragile, almost imperceptible expression, but radiant in its authenticity.
 
It was the kind of smile that carried the weight of surrender, of release, and beneath it, a quiet, deep yearning.
 
She felt safe. Seen. Desirable, in the way only those who truly belong can feel.
 
Not as someone stained by the weight of mistakes, but as someone wrapped in an unshakable circle of trust.
 
This wasn’t just acceptance, it was the promise of something more. Something sensual, something nourishing.
Neetu's touch was steady at the small of Sirisha's back, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against the soft fabric of her blouse.
 
It was grounding, yet intimate in a way that sent soft shivers through Sirisha’s skin, each stroke a silent reassurance. Neetu’s voice broke the stillness, velvety, tender, yet rich with authority.
 
“You don’t have to carry this alone, beta,” Neetu whispered, her breath warm against Sirisha’s ear. “Ravi told me everything he did to you, how he held you, how he touched you, how close you both came… and yet, here you are, safe. Safe with me. Safe with him. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
 
Sirisha stiffened, her breath catching at the words, but Neetu’s arms tightened around her then, drawing her deeper into the warmth of her embrace, enveloping her.
 
The sensation was soft, sensual, as though Neetu’s very presence was a balm for all her pain. “Do you see?” Neetu continued, her voice low, almost coaxing. “I don’t judge you. I only see a woman, a woman, who is learning, who is part of us.”
 
Ravi stood just beside them, his presence like a silent force.
 
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. His chest ached with the same tenderness he saw reflected in Sirisha’s expression.
 
Without thinking, his hand reached out, fingers trembling ever so slightly, and brushed gently along the length of Sirisha’s arm.
 
She flinched at first, but when her eyes met his, she saw only a quiet longing, an invitation, no accusation, no judgment, just a desire to soothe, to heal.
“Sirisha,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, like a quiet, vulnerable plea.

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[shailu4ever]

Good morning really amazing that you have reached 50 pages . In spite of reaching 50 pages only the preface is going on still the main picture is yet to begin. Keeping Priya Didi and Ravi's love making session for the future is really kindling our desires and expectations

Hi 


Good morning! It's past midnight for me, so I’m definitely in the late hours.

Thank you so much for your kind words; it truly means a lot to hear that the buildup is capturing your attention.

I’ve been taking my time with the story, allowing it to evolve gradually before diving into the main events. 

I’ll admit, one of my challenges is pacing. Even though I have the plot in mind, I sometimes struggle with how quickly - or slowly - to move things along in parts that don’t necessarily need to be dragged out. 

This, I suppose, is a common hurdle for inexperienced writers.

I’m working on wrapping up the Threesome Rasmalai party soon, and then I’ll bring Priya Didi back into the fold. Apologies for the wait, but I’m definitely working on it.

The anticipation is a big part of the journey, and I’m glad it’s keeping you engaged. 

Thanks again for your continued support!


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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His lips trembled as he spoke, raw and tender. “I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore. You are wanted. You are safe, with us, always.”
 
Neetu’s lips curled into a soft smile at his words. She pressed a slow, lingering kiss against Sirisha’s temple, warm, nurturing, like a kiss shared between lovers who had seen each other through the darkest hours.
 
She didn’t pull away, her lips lingering there, before whispering again. “Go on, beta. Let him show you. Let him take away your fear.”
 
Ravi’s breath hitched as he leaned in, each movement slow, deliberate, as if asking for permission with every inch he closed between them.
 
His lips brushed against Sirisha’s cheek first, a whisper of warmth, testing, before finding the softness of her mouth.
 
Sirisha froze at the sensation, a soft gasp escaping her, the heat of his mouth stealing away her breath.
She pulled back, just a fraction, as though still uncertain, but Neetu’s hands never wavered. They slid gently down Sirisha’s spine, offering reassurance, pushing her softly toward Ravi.
 
An unspoken promise passed between Neetu and Sirisha, an affirmation that this was safe, that this was okay. There was no judgment here, no shame. Just the sweet, soothing touch of healing desire.
 
And then, Sirisha surrendered. Her mouth parted against his, not with the boldness of lust, but with the hunger of someone craving to feel something other than guilt, other than regret.
 
Ravi deepened the kiss, his lips gentle but insistent, slowly taking in the sweetness of her mouth, tasting the smoothness of her lips, the softness of her breath.
 
His hand slid down her arm, finding hers, their fingers intertwining with a tenderness that anchored them both in the shared vulnerability of the moment.
 
Sirisha’s chest pressed against his as she whimpered softly into the kiss, her body tingling in the heat of his touch. The guilt that had clung to her for so long seemed to dissolve in the quiet passion of his mouth against hers.
 
She kissed him back, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence, her lips now pressing against his with a deeper, more urgent need.
 
She had longed for this closeness, this connection, and now, as her hands gripped his chest, she could finally feel it, she was cherished. She was wanted.

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[shailu4ever]

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Neetu’s hands never left her. They were steady, sure, like a quiet grounding force at her back. Her lips brushed softly against Sirisha’s ear as she whispered, her breath warm and soothing against her skin:
 
“Yes… that’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it happen. You’re safe here, in our circle. You belong with us. Always.”
 
Sirisha’s body shuddered at the words, her chest rising and falling in soft gasps. She leaned back into Neetu’s embrace, feeling her warmth behind her, feeling Ravi’s body pressing close in front.
 
For the first time, she felt desired on both sides, not just wanted, but needed, her body no longer a burden but a thing of beauty.
 
Ravi pulled back slightly, their breath uneven, as he searched Sirisha’s eyes. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek, tender, almost protective.
 
“Sirisha… I needed this,” he whispered. “We all needed this. Each of us… together.”
 
Neetu’s lips trailed gently up the curve of Sirisha’s neck, slow, deliberate, as though savoring each moment. Her kiss, tender yet possessive, only deepened the intimacy between them.
 
Sirisha let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head tilting to the side as heat rushed through her body, pooling in her stomach.
 
She could feel the pulse of desire growing, but it was different this time, it was no longer rushed, no longer shameful.
 
It was shared, safe, and full of promise.
 
Neetu smiled against her skin. “Hear that, beta? Even now, he craves you. And I…” Her lips found Sirisha’s shoulder, pressing softly there before trailing upward again. “I want only to see you free… happy… unburdened.”
 
The three of them remained tangled in the moment, Ravi’s lips finding Sirisha’s again, deeper this time, more sure, as they both gave themselves to the kiss fully.
 
Neetu held them, her hands steady, her voice encouraging every response, every breath. The air around them grew thick with intimacy, with heat, with the undeniable pulse of desire.

Sirisha’s hands, once hesitant, now moved confidently, one gripping Ravi’s shirt at his chest, the other wrapping around Neetu’s wrist.
 
She anchored herself between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies, their touch, their closeness. For the first time, she no longer felt guilty for wanting it, no longer felt ashamed for wanting this.

The three of them lingered there, breaths mingling, lips tasting, touches reassuring. It was slow, it was tender, and it was deeply human. Not rushed, not urgent, but sensual in the most healing sense.
 
The circle of trust they had built wasn’t just a concept anymore, it was alive, tangible, embodied in their closeness, in the way they held each other, in the way they allowed desire to bloom without shame.
 
For the first time since the chaos began, Sirisha felt whole, cherished, desired, and safe.

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[prasannas2001]

And she had rejected it.


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Even in rejection, she hadn’t scolded.

She hadn’t said a word.

Which somehow made it worse.

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Ravi followed.

And just before the auto pulled away

He looked up at their apartment building

Wondering, was it all over now? 

Had he ruined something? 


Or… had he simply woken it up?

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I didn't expect Priya Didi Reject him. It's a shock.

[shailu4ever]

I didn't expect Priya Didi Reject him. It's a shock.

Hi prasannas2001

Thank you so much for your feedback! I’m glad the story took you by surprise, it’s always exciting when a twist catches a reader off guard. 

Priya Didi’s rejection was meant to add some complexity to the characters and the situation, showing that things aren’t always as straightforward as they seem. I wanted to create a moment of tension that would challenge the characters and push the narrative in unexpected directions.


I really appreciate you being so active in the thread, sharing your feedback and comments. It’s incredibly helpful, and it honestly keeps me motivated to keep going and share more updates. Your engagement makes a big difference, so thank you for being such an important part of this journey!

I’m really curious to see how the next parts will resonate with you. 

Thanks again for taking the time to share your thoughts!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The Circle of Trust: The First Kiss
 
Neetu held Sirisha for a few more seconds, letting the warmth of the embrace sink in, before leaning back slightly, her hands still resting gently on Sirisha’s shoulders. She searched her face, then gave her a soft, reassuring smile.
 
Ravi shifted closer, sitting beside Neetu, his knee brushing hers. For a fleeting moment, the two exchanged a subtle, almost imperceptible look, a quiet acknowledgment of the intimacy they had shared, the trust they had built over time.
 
It was the same closeness that had drawn them together when planning the Rasmalai Party, the same ease and familiarity that had formed their circle of trust.
 
Sirisha noticed it, the way their bodies leaned just slightly toward each other, the way their eyes held understanding without words.
 
For the first time, instead of tension or fear, she felt comfort in it. Her eyes softened, realizing that their bond wasn’t about judgment or exclusion, it was about grounding, support, and the kind of honesty that left no space for shame.
 
Neetu’s hand brushed against Ravi’s arm in that familiar way, a quiet thread of reassurance passing between them. Ravi, feeling her touch, straightened, his chest rising with a slow, steadying breath.
 
The warmth of her hand reminded him of their shared strength, and in that strength, he felt anchored, not only for himself but also for Sirisha, who was now part of this fragile but powerful bond.
 
“See?” Neetu’s voice came soft but steady, carrying both comfort and authority. “This closeness, this honesty, this trust, it’s what holds us together. We’re allowed to be human. We’re allowed to have feelings, make mistakes, everything. And we take care of each other, no matter what.”
 
Ravi nodded, his gaze tender as it settled on Sirisha. “That’s right. And the bond between us… Bhabhi and I, it’s part of that safety. It doesn’t take anything away from you, Sirisha. It’s how we’ve always been able to face hard moments, together, with honesty, without fear or shame.”
 
Sirisha blinked, her lips trembling before a small, genuine smile found its way there. Her voice was hushed, fragile but steady. “I… I feel it now. I really feel it. I’m not alone. And I don’t have to carry everything by myself.”
 
Neetu’s eyes softened as she held Sirisha close, her voice a gentle murmur against her ear. “Yessss… it’s all right, beta. You don’t have to carry this weight alone. Not with me, not with Ravi. You’re safe here.”

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Her hand stroked slowly down Sirisha’s back, unhurried, reassuring, until she leaned back just enough to see her face.

Sirisha’s eyes shimmered with uncertainty, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t quite find the words. Neetu tilted her head, her smile tender, patient.
 
“You’re so strong, Sirisha… even when you don’t see it. You don’t have to be afraid of your feelings here, or hide them from us. We understand.”
 
As she spoke, Neetu’s thumb brushed across Sirisha’s cheekbone, a feather-light caress. She leaned forward slowly, her lips grazing Sirisha’s temple, lingering there with a whisper of warmth. Sirisha closed her eyes, a small sigh escaping her, the tension in her shoulders softening.
 
Neetu’s lips drifted lower, to her cheek, pressing there with quiet affection. Sirisha’s breath quickened, her hands clutching lightly at Neetu’s arms as if afraid to let go. The closeness felt electric, not overwhelming but alive, each second stretching into something deeper.
 
“See?” Neetu whispered against her skin, her breath warm, her tone laced with tenderness. “There’s no judgment here. Only us… only care. You can let go. You can feel… and still be safe.”
 
Her lips moved again, this time brushing the corner of Sirisha’s mouth, lingering just enough to send a shiver through her. Sirisha’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Neetu’s gaze, wide, uncertain, but not resisting.
 
Neetu searched her face, her own heart thudding, a rush of affection and something softer, more dangerous, stirring inside her. She cupped Sirisha’s face with both hands now, her thumbs stroking gently along her jaw. Slowly, deliberately, she closed the remaining distance.
 
Their lips met in a tender kiss, slow at first, almost tentative, as if giving Sirisha every chance to pull away. But Sirisha didn’t. Instead, she melted into it, her breath mingling with Neetu’s, her lips soft and trembling beneath the gentle pressure.
 
For Sirisha, the kiss was like stepping into a world she had never known, where warmth and care wrapped her in ways no guilt or shame could penetrate.
 
The first brush of Neetu’s lips sent a quiver through her, a soft, deliberate press that felt different from Ravi’s earlier kiss, not protective in the same way, not tethered to a past mistake, but intimately affirming, almost sacred.
 
It carried patience, tenderness, and a depth of desire that made her tremble with both surprise and relief.
Her lips parted instinctively, drinking in the sensation, the gentle yielding of Neetu guiding her like water over stone, each movement slow, deliberate, and impossibly soft.
 
She could feel the heat radiating from Neetu’s body through every inch of contact, the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the steady rhythm of her breath. Every second pressed against Sirisha like a promise: she was seen, wanted, and entirely safe.

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The faint brush of Neetu’s lips against hers made her stomach tighten, her chest flutter, a delicious tension spreading through her in a way that was new, bewildering, and intoxicating.
 
Sirisha’s mind raced, torn between the memory of Ravi’s lips, familiar, comforting, protective, and the intoxicating novelty of Neetu’s touch, soft, patient, authoritative in the gentlest way.
 
It made her feel like she was standing between two worlds of desire and affection, each so different, each so necessary, yet somehow forming a triangle of warmth, trust, and longing that enveloped her entirely.
 
She wanted to gasp, to cry, to laugh with relief, but all she could do was melt into Neetu’s embrace, letting the kiss wash over her like sunlight, gentle yet awakening.
 
Her fingers clutched at Neetu’s arms, memorizing the subtle warmth, the soft weight, the delicious pull of closeness that made her knees weak.
 
She realized she was not only desired, but cherished, every hesitation, every guilt-laden thought dissolving under the quiet intensity of Neetu’s attention.
 
The softness of the lips, the warmth of the hands, the steadiness of the heart behind them, it all pressed into her, rooting her in a moment that felt eternally hers, and yet shared with the ones she loved.
 
 
For Neetu, the sensation was just as startling. She had not planned to kiss Sirisha, yet the moment her lips touched the younger woman’s, a wave of emotions crashed over her. She felt her pulse racing, her body tingling with an awareness that was at once frightening and exhilarating.
 
It was softer than anything she had shared with Ravi, fragile, delicate, as though Sirisha might break if she pressed too hard. And that fragility drew her in even closer. Neetu realized she was kissing not out of desire alone, but out of a fierce tenderness that surprised her.
 
She wanted to protect Sirisha, to soothe her guilt, to show her that she was safe here. And yet, beneath the tenderness, a dangerous warmth stirred, something that made her lips linger, her breath quicken, her heart stumble against her ribs.

The kiss lingered, stretching into long, suspended seconds. It wasn’t hungry, but it carried weight, a quiet mixture of comfort and intimacy, of reassurance and something deeper they both felt but did not name.
 
Neetu’s heart raced; she had been wanting for this, but never thought it will be this beautiful, it felt natural, necessary, a fire that is melting her, a way of showing Sirisha she was truly wanted here.

Sirisha, caught between nerves and relief, felt her guilt dissolving under the warmth of Neetu’s lips. She wasn’t being judged; she was being held, embraced, kissed with care that carried no blame. For the first time since the turmoil began, she felt light.