Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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He looked away immediately, a jolt of guilt and longing cutting through him. He hadn’t stopped admiring her, not even after everything that had happened. How could he? She was the same woman who had once filled his world with light, with laughter, with love.
 
Now, it felt like there was nothing left of what they once shared, just this strained silence, this distance, and his constant ache to fix something that felt irreparably broken.
 
The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the space, the only other sound the occasional clink of a spoon against a steel bowl. Priya didn’t look up much, her gaze mostly fixed on her plate.
 
Ravi could feel the distance in the way she moved, the absence of anything that resembled warmth between them. She wasn’t angry, at least, not outwardly. She wasn’t showing emotion, but the detachment was palpable.
 
It was as though something inside her had gone still, a part of her that he had no right to touch anymore.
 
When they finished, Priya stood up and began clearing the table without a word. Ravi wanted to offer his help, but the hesitation rooted him to the spot. He wasn’t sure if she would even acknowledge it, or if it would be welcomed at all.
 
There was so much unsaid between them, so much lost, that he didn’t trust himself to bridge the gap anymore.
 
“Didi…” he started softly, his voice tentative, as though testing the waters.
 
She didn’t turn, her focus entirely on the dishes she was rinsing under the tap. “You get ready. We’ll go after breakfast,” she said, her voice calm, almost distant.
 
“Okay.” The single word felt like a chasm between them. Her tone made it clear there was no room for further words, no space for anything more than what was necessary.
 
Her back was turned, her focus entirely on the task at hand. Ravi’s heart beat faster, inexplicably.
 
Why? Was it the thought of spending the next hour beside her again, trapped in that same uncomfortable proximity? Was it the memories of what it used to feel like, before everything had changed? He wasn’t sure.
 
All he knew was that the very idea of being near her, yet still so far from her, stirred up a restless, quiet energy in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain.
 
He stood up slowly, but before leaving for his room, he glanced at her one last time. She hadn’t looked up, hadn’t acknowledged him.
 
And in that silence, the weight of everything unsaid seemed to settle between them, so thick, so suffocating, it was almost impossible to breathe.
 
Yet, he couldn’t escape it. He couldn’t escape her.
 
He doesn’t want to escape her either
 

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[shailu4ever]

A mental war in both their mind   seems to  end in their journey and hope peace prevails them soon expecting the intimacy between them Ravi has been left out after the duos departure


expecting wfffff moment soon


Keep moving in the same tempo

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback.   I’m thrilled that the tension and mental tug-of-war between Ravi and Priya didi is coming through. Ravi has definitely been feeling the void after the departure of Neetu and Sirisha, and yes… that wfffff moment you’re waiting for is brewing! I’ll do my best to keep the tempo going and make sure the journey stays as engaging as ever. 

Your excitement really makes writing this even more fun, thank you.

By the way, how was your weekend. I hope you had a great weekend.  

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

I am still in 2nd page but I can clearly say your writing style is unique. Great job.

Hi Prakash1986

Thank you so much for your compliments.  I’m really glad my writing style is resonating with you, even just from the beginning. 

I hope the rest of the story keeps you hooked and continues to surprise you. Your kind words mean a lot, thank you for taking the time to share them.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[venkygeethu]

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your thoughtful feedback.   I’m thrilled that the tension and mental tug-of-war between Ravi and Priya didi is coming through. Ravi has definitely been feeling the void after the departure of Neetu and Sirisha, and yes… that wfffff moment you’re waiting for is brewing! I’ll do my best to keep the tempo going and make sure the journey stays as engaging as ever. 

Your excitement really makes writing this even more fun, thank you.

By the way, how was your weekend. I hope you had a great weekend.  

With warm regards

-- Shailu

My weekend had been wonderful and that too after noticing your shh I am happy even after the weekend ended

[shailu4ever]

My weekend had been wonderful and that too after noticing your shh I am happy even after the weekend ended

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much. I’m really happy to know my new story made your weekend even better, that truly means a lot. 

Just to share, I’ll be continuing that new story based on reader traction and feedback. I’ve got a special and naughty idea in mind, I would love to shape that with everyone's input. I need to know how men think wild at different situations.  There will be some desire or some naughty thought in pretty much every men.  I had similar conversation with my husband and he explained his imagination and wild thoughts.  This new story idea came from that only.  I’ll explain more about the concept soon on the channel, so stay tuned!

Thank you very much for your extended support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Outside the Apartment – The Waiting Auto
 
When they stepped out, the day had fully brightened. The sky was clear, the sunlight warm but not harsh, perfectly balanced. The familiar hum of the city surrounded them, milk vendors calling out, children’s laughter echoing from balconies, the faint honk of traffic from the main road. It felt as though the world kept moving, unaware of the distance between them, the quiet gap that had widened since the last time they were together like this.
 
An auto stood waiting by the gate, its driver leaning lazily on the handlebar, wiping his face with a towel.
 
Priya Didi adjusted her pallu as they walked out, holding her bag close to her body. She moved with the same calm dignity Ravi had come to recognize in her over the years, quiet, poised, and somehow untouched by the chaos around her. In a world that was often frantic, she seemed like someone who could remain unshaken, a steady presence amidst the restlessness of everything else.
 
Ravi followed half a step behind, his eyes tracing the soft fall of her saree as it swayed with each stride. The sunlight caught the faint sheen of the fabric, outlining her form without revealing anything. Even in the simplest of moments, a cotton saree, no makeup, barely a bindi, she radiated a grace that felt beyond description. She didn’t need anything more than herself to be beautiful. Looking at her now, it was impossible to not feel both awed and guilty.
 
His thoughts wandered helplessly.
Two weeks ago, he had ruined something, or perhaps lost something he had never fully held onto. The memory of their last auto ride still lingered, vivid and uncomfortable. He remembered the silence between them, her face turned away, the weight of guilt pressing on him for days afterward. That quiet feeling of something broken, something that they couldn’t piece back together.
 
And now… fate had placed them side by side again, in the same cramped space, in the same routine, with everything between them unresolved. Unspoken. Unhealed.
 
She spoke briefly to the driver, her voice calm and clear, giving him the address with no sign of the conflict raging beneath the surface.
She was still the same, composed, distant, like the calm before a storm.
 
The driver nodded, starting the engine with a low rumble, breaking the stillness between them.
 

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[prasannas2001]

Very exciting Circle of trust first kiss. Wonderful narration.

[shailu4ever]

Auto Ride with Priya Didi: Close Enough to Burn

 

The auto waited at the edge of the gate, its familiar yellow paint dulled by the sun, the thin plastic roof rustling slightly in the breeze. Ravi lingered behind, watching Priya Didi gather her saree pallu as she stepped forward with effortless grace.
 
She moved slowly, deliberately, almost aware of the space around her, yet seemingly unaware of him, as if the world could pause for just this moment.
 
She climbed in first, lifting herself carefully onto the narrow bench on the right side, her back straight, shoulders squared, the dupatta settling across her chest like a practiced, natural elegance.
 
Ravi’s chest tightened at the sight. “She looks… perfect, even now. Even with all the anger, the hurt, she is still the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” His heart thudded as he slid in beside her, carefully adjusting his position so that his left side pressed gently against her right.
 
The seat was narrow. 

There was no escaping proximity, not that he wanted to. 

Every inch mattered, the brush of her arm, the faint warmth radiating from her body. He tried not to let his awareness show, but inside, every nerve was alert.
 
The auto started with its familiar lurch.
 
As it rolled forward, the wind caught the loose strands of Priya’s hair, making them sway gently near her cheek. Ravi couldn’t stop his gaze from lingering for just a second longer.
 
There was something about the simplicity of her, the neat pleats of her saree, the faint curve of her jaw, the gentle movement of her hand holding the edge of her pallu, that made her beauty almost unbearable to look at.
 
It was as if she were effortlessly graceful, even in the smallest movements.
 
He turned away quickly, forcing his eyes to the passing road. But his mind stayed with her, trapped in that moment. In her presence.
 
She sat quietly beside him, the small gold earring at her ear glinting with the sunlight every time they passed a tree’s shadow. 

The soft jingle of her bangles when the auto hit a bump, small, almost imperceptible sounds that should have felt like nothing, yet they became the soundtrack to his own quiet desperation.

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[shailu4ever]

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There was no conversation. The air was still, except for the low hum of the engine, the rush of wind against the auto, and the faint jingling of her bangles.
 
The world outside passed by unnoticed, this was a place where only silence lived. Ravi’s heart was quietly restless, his thoughts muddled.
 
The auto's movement created an unexpected breeze that gently tugged at Priya Didi's pallu, lifting it slightly from the left side. As the fabric parted ever so slightly, Ravi found himself drawn to a breathtaking and intimate sight, glimpses of her left side full blouse peeking through the gap in the saree.
 
The air caught the delicate fabric of her pallu, causing it to flutter just enough for him to see the curve of her left breast in the blouse. The way her blouse was filled with her left breast was breathtaking, it was showing the fullness and firmness of her breast inside.
 
Priya Didi's blouse was a fine blend of soft cotton and subtle embroidery, its design perfectly tailored to enhance her natural beauty without being overly revealing. As the breeze continued to play with the saree, more of her blouse became visible, showcasing the elegance of what it is hiding behind. At one point he could see the complete peek of it.
 
The view was both fleeting and alluring, a momentary glimpse into the woman's elegance that Ravi found himself unable to look away from. The light catching on the surface of the blouse created soft highlights, emphasizing the natural curves and contours of her form.
 
Each movement she made, whether adjusting her saree or turning slightly in conversation, offered new angles and glimpses that heightened his admiration for Priya Didi's beauty.
 
Besides her elegance of her blouse, her midriff also came into view, that delicate stretch of skin between the hemline of her blouse and the top layer of her saree. It was a fleeting glimpse, yet one that left an indelible impression on Ravi.
 
The sight of Priya Didi's midriff exposed in such a natural way was both stunning and poignant. Her waist was slender, with a gentle curve that seemed to embody grace and poise. The skin there was smooth and unblemished, its texture soft and inviting under the play of light.
 
It was an intimate moment caught between fabric layers, a candid snapshot of her physical beauty.

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[LovePookie]

wow excellent

[shailu4ever]

wow excellent

Hi LovePookie

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate your support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Very exciting Circle of trust first kiss. Wonderful narration.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you for your compliment.  Really appreciate your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[tting4tting4]

Please please please... multiple updates needed on this story daily, am so hooked and checking multiple times every day on the next update :)

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi felt his heart rate quicken as he watched this small but revealing detail come into focus. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration for Priya Didi's elegance and poise, the way she carried herself with such natural grace was truly captivating.
 
The sight of her midriff, exposed in such an unassuming manner, made him appreciate how her beauty went beyond just external appearances; it was about the way she moved through life with a serene confidence.
 
“Keep it normal, Ravi. Just… sit. Don’t move too close. Don’t do anything stupid.” Priya’s gaze was fixed forward, her expression calm but tense.
 
She was quiet, but inside, her thoughts swirled in contradictions. “Why does my chest feel so tight just being near him? I hate him… I hate that he’s here, in the same space, so close. And yet… I want this. I want him near me. Why can’t I just stop thinking about him?” She gritted her teeth and exhaled slowly, pressing her hands against her lap as if to restrain the chaos within.
 
The auto continued the ride, bouncing over the uneven tarmac of Mumbai streets. Each jolt sent them nudging involuntarily against each other. A sharp turn to the right, the vehicle tilted, and Priya’s body pressed lightly against Ravi.
 
Her shoulder grazed his arm, her thigh nudged his slightly. Mainly, her midriff pressed into his folded hand. She stiffened momentarily, but then relaxed, leaning back just enough to steady herself against the seat.
 
“He… he’s so close. My heart is racing. Why am I letting this affect me? I hate that I want him. I hate that I can feel him like this and not push him away. His hand… my god, his hand touched my navel area. It felt so good… Why am I thinking like this?” She tried hard to control her emotions, showing nothing on her face, but inside, a storm of desire and guilt raged quietly.
 
Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch even as her mind told her to push him away.
 
Ravi, meanwhile, felt his pulse spike. “Her warmth… it’s right here. I can feel it. Every movement, every subtle shift, she’s here, so close. And yet… she’s keeping me at arm’s length. Don’t breathe too loud, don’t do anything. Just… just sit here and take it in.”

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[amol1]

Take a plenty of time to write your story and give a big update..!!

[shailu4ever]

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The auto swerved slightly to avoid a pothole, and Priya’s side brushed against him again. This time, he felt the gentle weight of her elbow press against his chest as she steadied herself. He caught a faint whiff of her perfume, jasmine and something faintly citrusy, a scent that clung to her and made him ache.
 
Her hands, folded neatly in her lap, twitched slightly as if she wanted to adjust her posture but feared revealing the slightest weakness. Her hair, tied in a loose braid, shifted with the motion of the auto, brushing against her neck and occasionally grazing her shoulder.
 
Ravi’s breath caught in his throat. “God, she’s… intoxicating. Every motion, every tilt of her head, it’s impossible not to notice. And yet… she’s angry with me. She shouldn’t feel like this. But she does.”
 
The warmth of her body pressed intermittently against his hand and side, her midriff teasing him with every slight motion. Ravi’s mind spun, he was acutely aware of the soft curve of her waist, the smooth stretch of skin exposed between the saree and blouse, every subtle shift of her hips, every delicate sway drawing him in.
 
“Why does her nearness feel like fire against my skin? I shouldn’t be thinking this, but I can’t stop. His hand… his touch… it lingers in my mind even as I try to ignore it. Why does it feel so good?”
 
Ravi’s pulse raced further, each subtle brush of her body against him a tantalizing reminder of what proximity could do. “I can feel her warmth, her scent… every curve of her body just inches from mine. I want to touch, to hold, but I can’t. I mustn’t. And yet… I can’t look away.”
 
The ride continued, the jolts of the auto forcing closer contact, the tiniest accidental brushes amplifying their shared tension. Every twitch of her hands, every subtle shift of her braid or pallu, felt like a deliberate invitation and a silent challenge all at once.
 
The air between them was thick with desire, restraint, and unspoken longing, a fragile, heated tension neither dared break.
 
“I hate him. I hate that I want him. I hate that just being this close makes my body betray me. But I… I can’t stop wanting him,” Priya thought, her fingers tightening subtly in her lap.
 
Ravi’s awareness of her, her intoxicating scent, her soft skin under his hand, the hypnotic curve of her waist, consumed him. 

“She’s so close… so impossibly close.

Every subtle touch, every breath, every soft movement, it’s driving me insane. 

And yet… I have to stay still, keep calm, not let her know how much she affects me.”
 
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Auto Ride Part 2 - Slow Surrender
 
Another turn, this one sharper. The auto leaned to the right again. Priya instinctively pressed against his side to regain balance. Their knees brushed this time, and she moved away slightly at first, trying to create distance, a reflexive act of self-control.
 
Ravi’s stomach twisted with that old, familiar ache, the ache of wanting her, of wanting to bridge that impossible distance, and yet knowing he could not.
 
“Why does being near him feel like this? I shouldn’t… I can’t… but I want to,” Priya thought, her face remaining composed, cheeks slightly flushed from the movement, lips pressed together tightly, jaw tense with controlled anger. She dared not look at him.
 
Ravi noticed everything. The slight flush on her cheeks, the curve of her lips pressed tight, the way her hair slipped from the braid and brushed her collarbone. “She’s… stunning. Even like this, angry, controlling herself, keeping me at bay, she’s irresistible. I can’t… I just can’t stop noticing. I think she still likes me,” he thought, his pulse rising with every micro-movement.
 
The auto hit a small bump, jolting them again. This time, Priya didn’t pull away immediately. Her side pressed more firmly against his, almost tentatively, testing the proximity, letting him feel her warmth. Ravi felt the gentle pressure and had to close his eyes briefly to steady himself.
 
“Don’t move. Don’t… just let this moment exist. Don’t ruin it. But… she’s so close… I can feel her every breath. Every subtle shift. And now… she’s letting it happen. She’s not holding herself back. My god, she’s… melting from the inside,” he thought, every heartbeat echoing with desire and caution.
 
Priya’s thoughts raced, a chaotic blend of love, anger, and suppressed desire. “Why do I feel this pull? Why can’t I just stay angry? I hate him. I hate that I want him. And yet… I can’t stop feeling it. My body betrays me, my heart betrays me. I shouldn’t want this… and yet… I do. I want this.”
 
A bus horn blared as the auto swerved around a corner, tilting them sharply. Priya’s arm brushed against Ravi’s chest. Their eyes met briefly in the rearview mirror, and this time she didn’t look away immediately, letting the moment linger, her lower lip caught slightly between her teeth as a shiver passed through her. Ravi’s heart pounded. “She’s looking at me… and she’s not pulling back. I saw it. She wants this, even a little. I feel it.”

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[shailu4ever]

Please please please... multiple updates needed on this story daily, am so hooked and checking multiple times every day on the next update :)

Hi tting4tting4

Wow, I’m so thrilled to hear that.  You made my day.  

Your excitement truly makes me feel so special. It’s amazing to know that you’re checking multiple times a day, it really motivates me to keep writing and diving deeper into the story.  

I live in US, so mostly I will not be posting during afternoon of Indian time.  But other than that I will do my best to post as many updates as possible.

I want to be honest with you: I’m also actively working on The Nine Nights story right now, which is one of the reasons this story hasn’t had as many updates lately.

But I promise I’ll be shifting my focus back here soon and bring you more updates that are worth the wait, with moments that keep you hooked even more.

Thank you for following the story so passionately. it really means the world to me. Please stay tuned...  the next part is coming soon, and I hope it surprises and excites you just as much.

Once again, thank you very much for your support.  I am really very happy to see your feedback.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Take a plenty of time to write your story and give a big update..!!

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much for your patience and support. It really means a lot to me. I promise I’m putting in my best effort to make the next update worth the wait, with plenty of depth and moments that keep you hooked.


I want to give you something truly satisfying, so I’m taking my time to craft it carefully. Your encouragement makes all the effort worthwhile and keeps me motivated to dive even deeper into the story.

I can’t wait to share the next part with you soon, it’s going to be bigger, more exciting, and I hope it will make the wait completely worth it. Thank you again for following the story so passionately

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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Another turn, another subtle jolt, and their knees brushed again. Priya tensed at first, then let herself relax, allowing her thigh to accidentally press against his. She didn’t pull away immediately, letting the contact linger, almost as if she were testing the sensation, savoring the warmth.
 
Her movements were slow, deliberate but unhurried.
 
When her thigh shifted slightly, it was not in a rush, she moved with a subtle rhythm, gliding just enough to maintain contact for a fleeting moment, then easing it away as if waiting for the next turn to let it touch him again naturally.
 
Ravi felt the heat of her body, the intimate proximity neither wanted to acknowledge openly, and yet the gradual teasing of her movement set his pulse racing.
 
“She’s doing this deliberately… almost like she’s letting me feel it without daring to fully give in,” he thought, his mind spinning with desire and restraint. “Every slight move, every lingering brush… it’s driving me insane. I can feel her warmth… I can feel her knowing I feel it.”
 
Priya’s thoughts mirrored his tension. “Why does my body betray me like this? I didn’t mean to… yet it feels… good. He’s so close, and I want him to notice, to feel it… but I can’t let myself go. Not yet.”
 
With another gentle sway of the auto, her thigh brushed his again, briefly, accidentally, and yet purposefully, creating a silent, teasing dance of proximity. Neither withdrew; both remained suspended in that moment of quiet tension, every motion heavy with unspoken desire.
 
Inside, the tension was electric. Words were unnecessary, every accidental touch, every near-collision spoke volumes. “This… this is impossible. I shouldn’t feel this. I shouldn’t want this. And yet… everything in me aches for her.”
 
Priya, silently battling her emotions, pressed her palms together in her lap. “I can’t look at him. I shouldn’t want him. And yet… I do. I can feel him beside me. I can feel every brush, every bump. And it… it hurts. But it also… it stirs something I can’t deny. The anger burns, but beneath it… beneath it, I miss him. I still… love him.”
 
Ravi’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, almost instinctively, as if he wanted to reach out, but then froze. 

“Not now. Just… just feel it. Don’t ruin it. Let her be. Let this… tension exist. Let it burn quietly.[i]” [/i]

[i]“One day, maybe… maybe I can reach her heart again.”[/i]

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