Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya exhaled softly, her eyes fixed forward. “I cannot forgive him. Not today. Not for weeks, maybe months. But… why do I feel this warmth? Why do I feel drawn to him, even after all of this? Why is he still… him? Why does he still make me ache… and enjoy it?”
 
The auto continued its slow, swaying journey through the bustling streets of Mumbai. And in that narrow, rattling cabin, the air between them was thick with longing, restraint, and a quiet surrender, each subtle movement, each tiny brush, a dance of emotions neither dared to name.
 
Ravi’s breath hitched with every accidental brush, every sway of her pallu, every tilt of her head. “Every touch… every brush… it’s like a spark. I can’t… I can’t take this. And I don’t want to move away. Not even an inch. She’s here. She’s real. She’s… hers, and yet… she’s still mine. I can feel it.”
 
Priya closed her eyes briefly, taking a slow breath. “Control yourself, Priya. He betrayed you. He hurt you. But… he’s here. He’s beside me. And even now… I can’t stop feeling it. I hate that I want this. I hate that it hurts this much… and yet… it feels… so good.”
 
The auto jerked forward, then slowed slightly as it approached a busy junction. Their shoulders brushed once more, a subtle but undeniable reminder of the closeness that had been months in the making. Ravi felt the electricity in his chest, the ache in his fingers where they rested just too close to her hand.
 
“This is… unbearable. And perfect. All at once. She’s here. I can feel her. And now… she’s letting it happen. She’s not pulling away. She’s… enjoying it. She’s melting, little by little. I can see it. I can feel it. I just… I can’t move. Not yet. Not now. I just… want to stay here, like this.”
 
Priya’s mind was equally conflicted, yet a soft surrender was building inside her. “Why does he make my heart race like this? I hate him. And yet… I can’t stop feeling him beside me. I can’t… I can’t deny it. I don’t want to. And now… I’m letting it happen. I feel it. Every inch, every brush… every second. I am… finally enjoying it.”
 
The city blurred around them, the horns, the dust, the rush of people, all fading into the background. Inside the auto, there was only the two of them, the heat of the seat beneath them, the brush of shoulders and arms, the scent of her hair, the quiet surrender of her body to proximity.
 
And still, neither spoke. Words were unnecessary, perhaps impossible. The past, the anger, the betrayal, all of it simmered just below the surface. But in this moment, the physical closeness, the subtle brushes, the shared breaths, they were undeniable.
 
Ravi’s fingers twitched again, almost as if seeking hers, then stilled. “Not yet. Just… let this exist. Let this tension live. One day… maybe I can reach her heart again. But not today. Not now.”
 
Priya exhaled softly. “I cannot forgive him. Not yet. But… why does my heart betray me? Why does it still want him? Why… why does it feel so good?”
 
The auto continued its slow, swaying journey, and in that narrow, rattling cabin, the air was thick with longing, restraint, and quiet surrender, each subtle movement, each tiny brush, a dance of emotions neither dared to name.
 

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[shailu4ever]

Priya Didi Regaining Her Strength at the Renovation Site
 
The auto came to a gentle halt, jolting gently against the uneven pavement, in front of the old house. Priya Didi felt the lingering warmth of Ravi’s presence, the faint brush of his arm, the tiny currents of electricity that had seemed to pull her toward him.
 
For a fleeting heartbeat, she let herself drift again, the memory of every subtle touch, every stolen glance in the narrow cabin, washing over her like a spell. And then, as the engine quieted, reality hit her like cold water. “Enough. This… this is not forgiveness. This is not weakness. He betrayed me. He chose others while I waited. I cannot… I will not let him erase that,” she thought sharply, her pulse racing but her mind clearing.
 
She drew in a steadying breath, the pull of desire still there, undeniable, but now held firmly in check.
 
Ravi’s hand brushed briefly against the worn metal handle as he shifted, paying the driver.
 
With a deliberate motion, Priya Didi lifted her hand to the handle, straightened her shoulders, and set her jaw.  
 
The spell had broken.
 
She would not surrender to him again, not yet, not like this. And with that clarity, her fingers gripped the seat edge, and she slipped out gracefully, her feet landing with measured grace on the hot Mumbai pavement, her heart restless but her boundaries intact, her saree falling in soft folds around her legs, the sunlight catching the faint sheen of the fabric.    
 
Ravi followed, careful not to crowd her, but the familiar tension from the auto lingered between them like an invisible thread, tight, taut, and almost unbearable.
 
As they stepped onto the uneven cemented path leading to the house, Ravi’s eyes unconsciously tracked her movements, the slight sway of her shoulders, the way her hand adjusted the pallu of her saree, and even the subtle tilt of her chin as she scanned the façade of the building.
 
She was still angry with him, hurt, but impossibly beautiful, every line of her body radiated grace and contained a quiet power that made him simultaneously ache and respect her from afar.
 
“She’s so close, and yet so far,” Ravi thought. “I shouldn’t even feel this… but every step she takes, every breath she draws near me, it pulls me in.”

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi, on her part, moved ahead with steady, purposeful steps, yet the tension in her jaw, the slight curve of her lips pressed together in anger, and the faint redness in her cheeks betrayed the storm of emotions churning inside her.
 
She felt the presence of Ravi beside her, the warmth of his shoulder close, the quiet rhythm of his steps echoing hers. Part of her hated the closeness, the way her heart still recognized him as the one she loved; another part softened, remembering the rare moments they had shared months ago, the silent touch of their fingers, the unspoken promises in fleeting glances.
 
“Why does he have to be here?” she whispered in her mind. “Even now… after everything… I still feel it. I still feel… him. I hate that I feel it.”
 
The house loomed before them, its half-renovated walls a patchwork of fresh plaster and bare concrete. Windows without glass let in warm streams of sunlight, dust motes dancing lazily in the air.
 
Tools were scattered around, brushes, buckets, rolls of plastic sheeting, and the faint smell of paint and cement filled the space. The scene was chaotic yet somehow intimate, a backdrop that mirrored the chaos and quiet pull in their own hearts.
 
Ravi’s fingers itched to reach out, to brush a stray lock of hair from Priya Didi’s face, but he restrained himself. Instead, he walked a careful pace behind her, taking in the curve of her neck, the gentle fall of her hair, the way the sunlight caught the sheen of her saree, the faint scent of her perfume, jasmine mixed with something uniquely hers, comforting and stirring all at once.
 
“Every inch of her is impossible to ignore,” he thought. “And yet she’s so angry… I can feel it. Every step, every slight movement, she’s holding me at arm’s length, but my heart is already there.”
 
They entered the main hall, where the floorboards had been replaced and fresh plaster gleamed unevenly on the walls. Priya Didi stopped near a window, her hands resting on the sill, the light catching her profile.
 
Her lips curved slightly downward in thought, her eyes scanning the progress with critical precision. Ravi stood a step behind her, deliberately quiet, but he couldn’t stop his gaze from following her.
 
The way she leaned slightly forward, the soft line of her jaw, the tense set of her shoulders, it was all exquisite, all painfully compelling.
 
“I shouldn’t be staring… she hates me. She should hate me,” he told himself. “And yet… I can’t. Not now. Not ever, I think.”

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[shailu4ever]

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The sound of footsteps from outside drew their attention to Manoj, the contractor, who stepped in with a clipboard and a reassuring smile. “Good morning, sir, madam,” he greeted, nodding. “Progress is moving, but the room at the back, the one you planned, will need another week. Materials arrived late, and adjustments were needed. Other than that, most of the plastering and painting is done.”
 
Priya Didi acknowledged him with a short nod, her attention still partially on the work, partially on Ravi’s quiet presence nearby.
 
She asked precise questions, about timelines, materials, and adjustments, and Ravi answered softly when needed, his voice low, careful not to crowd her attention. Yet, even in the discussion, the closeness of their bodies, the subtle brush of their arms, the shared glance at the floor plan, kept a quiet tension alive, a magnetic pull neither could ignore.
 
“She’s so composed… so intelligent… and yet, every word she speaks, every movement, pulls me closer,” Ravi thought. “Even now, when she should hate me.”
 
Priya Didi felt the tension too, the unspoken energy threading through the room. Her hands trembled slightly as she pointed out adjustments, and for a fleeting moment, her gaze flicked to Ravi.
 
She saw him standing there, attentive, careful, his eyes tracking her silently. Her chest constricted with conflicting emotions, resentment, love, anger, desire, and a strange sense of relief that he was here. She hated him for what he had done. She hated herself for feeling anything at all.
 
“Why do I still care?” she thought. “Why does my heart betray me when my mind screams against him?”
 
They moved to the back room, where the contractor indicated the upcoming adjustments. Priya Didi stepped closer to inspect, and Ravi followed, instinctively close enough to sense the warmth radiating from her body, yet careful to maintain a respectful distance.
 
Every subtle movement, the tilt of her head, the way her hands pressed against the wall for balance, the soft fold of her saree as she leaned, felt like a whisper, a reminder of what had been months ago and what lingered still.
 
“She’s testing me… or maybe she’s testing herself,” Ravi thought. “Every step she takes near me, every glance, every subtle gesture, it’s a challenge I don’t want to fail.”
 
Manoj interjected occasionally, explaining the work, pointing out areas needing attention. Priya Didi nodded, her fingers tracing the edges of newly plastered walls. 

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[ServiceSilkroad]

Very good quality story.

[shailu4ever]

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Ravi kept his focus on the conversation when required, but his eyes couldn’t help drifting to her profile, the slight redness in her cheeks from both effort and emotion, the elegant tension in her shoulders.
 
Every look, every breath she drew, every movement was magnified, heavy with unspoken feelings and restrained longing.
 
“How is she still so beautiful even when angry? Even when she hates me? Even now, after everything… she’s utterly… impossible to resist,” he thought.
 
Priya Didi, meanwhile, felt a strange softness despite her anger. The memory of their closeness months ago, the accidental touches, the near-kisses in the auto, all of it lingered. Her heart softened briefly, a tiny fissure in the armor she had built around herself.
 
But the memory of his betrayals, Neetu, Sirisha, was still fresh, burning like fire beneath her skin, reminding her that she could not forgive so easily, could not yield fully. Yet in his quiet attention, the way he respected her space while being ever-present, something fragile and human melted within her.
 
“He hasn’t changed entirely,” she thought. “Some part of him… some part I knew, is still here. And yet… how can I trust that part when the rest hurt me so deeply?”
 
The contractor concluded his explanation, noting the week-long plan for completing the back room. Priya Didi nodded thoughtfully, taking mental notes, her fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the window frame. Ravi watched, admiring the graceful way she held herself, the strength in her posture, the controlled elegance even in moments of quiet anger and frustration.
 
“Even when she’s furious with me… she’s impossible,” he mused. “Every line of her body, every movement… it pulls me in, and I can’t resist it. Not now. Not ever, I think.”
 
After confirming the plan with Manoj, Priya Didi took a final sweep of the room with her eyes, then turned toward the other spaces, her gaze still partially caught on Ravi. Neither spoke, yet the silent acknowledgment of the shift between them hung in the air, heavier than any words.
 
The auto ride, the subtle touches, the quiet tension, all had left a mark. Something had changed.
 
Something imperceptible, yet undeniable.
 
Ravi exhaled slowly, as if releasing some invisible weight. He knew the closeness, the sensuous pull of her presence, was real, yet he also understood that she remained angry, guarded, unwilling to let him in fully. And she knew it too, even if she would never admit it aloud.
 
As they moved toward the exit, the sun fell in warm golden streaks across the half-finished floor, the air carrying the faint scent of paint, dust, and her lingering perfume. They walked side by side, careful not to touch, yet every step, every movement, every glance was a conversation of its own, a dialogue of hearts too intertwined to ignore, yet restrained by pride, hurt, and love.
 
In that stillness of the renovation house, the world outside vanished. Every glance, every breath between them held a pull they could not name, and could not resist. 

Silence stretched, heavy and electric, and somewhere in that tension, everything hung on the edge of what might come next.

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[tting4tting4]

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

thank you Shailu for the as always amazing updates, your creative style is unique! living in US as well i now know that more updates can come through the day and probably will end up checking more often ;)

[shailu4ever]

thank you Shailu for the as always amazing updates, your creative style is unique! living in US as well i now know that more updates can come through the day and probably will end up checking more often ;)

Hi tting4tting4

Aww, thank you so much for your sweet words! It really warms my heart to know you’re enjoying the updates. I’m so glad my creative style is resonating with you, feedback like this makes all the effort worth it.
 
It’s awesome to hear that you’re in the US too! I’ll definitely keep the updates coming your way, and I love that you’re checking in more often, it really means a lot to me. You’re honestly one of the best parts of sharing this story, and I can’t wait to see what you think of the next chapters!
 
Sending you lots of good vibes, and I’m so happy to have you along for the ride!

Thank you very much for your continued support

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Very good quality story.

Hi ServiceSilkroad

Thank you so much for the compliments. I'm really glad you're enjoying the story. 

I’m so grateful for your support and hope you continue to enjoy the journey ahead. 

With warm regards
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-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

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His eyes locked on their mouths, the soft curve of two sets of beautiful lips, lips he had known and longed for in different ways, now melting into each other. 

Neetu’s lips moved with quiet assurance, guiding, nurturing, while Sirisha’s trembled and then yielded, the smallest parting of her mouth carrying more weight than any words could.
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Wow Shailu, this is the alluring narration.  The best of its kind. The best erotica, I ever read.

[shailu4ever]

Wow Shailu, this is the alluring narration.  The best of its kind. The best erotica, I ever read.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments.  I’m always so grateful for your thoughtful feedback.  

Your support and consistent input have been invaluable in shaping the story, and I can’t wait to share more with you. 

I really appreciate your consistent, that help me move forward. It’s always a pleasure to know what you’re enjoying the most. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Lunch Out After the Renovation Site
 
The afternoon sun bathed their faces in warmth as they stepped away from the renovation site. The air, thick with the lingering scent of dust and fresh paint, hung still, as if the world had paused in that moment.
 
Priya Didi walked ahead, her every step measured and purposeful. The soft sway of her saree as it brushed against the pavement was a quiet echo in the stillness of the afternoon, the sunlight catching the fabric in such a way that she appeared almost ethereal.
 
Ravi followed just behind her, each step weighed down with the burden of his guilt, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her.
 
Her posture was so composed, but there was a subtle tightness in her shoulders that betrayed the tension she was carrying. She didn’t need to speak for him to feel the distance between them. Still, his heart raced at the sight of her.
 
There was an undeniable pull to her, her graceful movements, the quiet confidence in the way she carried herself. But it wasn’t just her beauty; it was the way she made everything around her seem more vivid, more alive. Ravi's gaze lingered, not just admiring the smooth curve of her neck, the fall of her hair, but the quiet power she radiated.
 
She was angry with him. He could see it in the sharpness of her steps, the way she refused to glance back at him. But there was something else, a deeper, softer undercurrent he couldn’t quite grasp. It tugged at him with every passing moment.
 
She turned her head slightly, her big eyes catching his gaze for just an instant, before quickly darting away. It was enough for Ravi's pulse to spike, a rush of emotions swirling inside him. He had no right to ask for forgiveness, but being near her, even with the distance she had put between them, still made his chest ache.
 
“Didi,” he said softly, testing the waters. “How about lunch? There’s that café near here… I remember you used to like it.”
 
Priya Didi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she kept walking, her lips pressed into a thin line, the subtle tension in her jaw speaking volumes.
 
Ravi could feel the unspoken words hanging between them.
 
Priya Didi didn’t have to tell him she was angry, her actions said everything.

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[venkygeethu]

First of all apologies for not responding for the updates. My computer had problem in key board so couldn't type. Now the issue is fixed and really I was waiting to reply. Now here I go the journey the anger the undeniable thought and what more the real plot set for the next go Lunch and then munch together mind game is running between these two who is going to win and who is going to lose we have to wait and see winner or loser whatever it may be but we readers are going to be benefited expecting the thin line expand more. Now no one to intrude only Priya Didi and Ravi are there and very soon expecting their intimacy


Waiting for the next move eagerly

[shailu4ever]

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The slight shift in her body language, her refusal to fully acknowledge him, it was all so clear.
 
Finally, she gave a short nod, her voice distant. “Fine.”
 
Ravi exhaled, a small relief washing over him. He moved a little closer, careful not to crowd her, but he couldn’t help noticing how every movement she made seemed like a thing of quiet grace. The way her saree fluttered behind her as she walked, the gentle arch of her back, the subtle rhythm of her steps, it was all so familiar, yet so foreign, as though he no longer had the right to witness it.
 
They walked in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the city bustling around them, but the space between them felt filled with something heavier. The air was thick with tension, yet there was an undeniable current pulling them closer with each step.
 
Ravi's eyes never left her. He admired the elegance in her every movement, the way her saree clung to her form with effortless beauty. He watched as she glanced around, her eyes sharp, taking in every detail, always scanning, always aware.
 
Her footsteps echoed softly against the sidewalk, and he found himself walking a little faster just to match her pace. Her presence was magnetic, a pull he couldn’t deny, even if he tried. He couldn’t help but observe how the sun seemed to wrap around her like a halo, catching the highlights in her hair, the soft sheen of her skin. Even the way she walked, so composed, yet with a quiet fragility in the way she held herself, was something he couldn’t ignore.
 
“Didi,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper, though he knew she could hear him. “You look beautiful today.”
 
The compliment hung in the air between them, like a delicate thread. Priya Didi didn’t acknowledge it, but Ravi saw the briefest flicker of something in her eyes, a mix of surprise and restraint. She didn’t turn to look at him, but there was a subtle tightening in her jaw that made him wonder if she was fighting the urge to respond, to soften, or perhaps to shut him out completely.
 
He couldn’t help himself. “I… I don’t know if I’ll ever make up for what I did, but I want you to know I regret it every day. Every moment.”

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[amol1]

Awesome update..!!

[LovePookie]

Excellent hope some action will happen

[shailu4ever]

First of all apologies for not responding for the updates. My computer had problem in key board so couldn't type. Now the issue is fixed and really I was waiting to reply. Now here I go  the journey the anger the undeniable thought and what more the real plot set for the next go Lunch and then munch together mind game is running between these two who is going to win and who is going to lose we have to wait and see winner or loser whatever it may be but we readers are going to be benefited  expecting  the thin line expand more. Now no one to intrude only Priya Didi and Ravi are there and very soon expecting their intimacy


Waiting for the next move eagerly

Hi venkygeethu

No worries at all! I completely understand, and I’m so glad to hear your keyboard’s back in action. I really appreciate you taking the time to send regular feedback—it’s incredibly motivating to receive your support and encouragement.

 
It’s awesome to know that you’re so invested in the story and the characters, especially the dynamic between Priya Didi and Ravi. I can promise you, there are plenty more twists and turns ahead! Priya Didi, being the main character, will definitely continue to be at the heart of the story.
 
We’re just getting started with the main plot, so there’s so much more to come!
 
Thanks again for sticking with me on this journey. I’m looking forward to hearing more of your thoughts as the story progresses.
 
As always, I truly appreciate your continued support.
 
Warm regards,
 
-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Awesome update..!!

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked the update! Your enthusiasm means a lot to me, and it keeps me motivated to keep going.

Looking forward to sharing more with you soon!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Excellent hope some action will happen

Hi LovePookie

Thanks for the awesome feedback. I’m glad you liked it! And don't worry, lots of action is definitely on the way, things are about to heat up! 

I can’t wait to see what you think when it all unfolds.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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She didn’t answer. Her pace remained steady, and Ravi could feel the walls she was erecting between them. She didn’t need to say anything. He could see it in the set of her shoulders, the slight distance she kept. But still, there was something else, something he couldn’t name. It was in the way her hand, while holding the fabric of her saree, brushed lightly against the air, as if she were consciously holding herself back.
 
Ravi fell silent as they continued walking, his mind swirling with the weight of his guilt, but also with a nagging hope, hope that beneath the anger, there was still a part of her that wanted him to try.
 
They reached the café, a quiet spot nestled between two taller buildings. The door chimed softly as they entered, and the dim, golden light inside was a stark contrast to the harsh brightness of the afternoon sun. The air carried the faint scents of coffee, fresh bread, and something floral, perhaps jasmine, like the scent that always clung to her.
 
They were led to a small table by the window. Priya Didi sat down first, folding her saree neatly as she did so. Ravi sat across from her, the weight of the silence between them pressing down on him. His eyes were drawn to the small, absent movements of her fingers, the way she absentmindedly smoothed the folds of her saree. He noticed everything, every detail, every breath she took.
 
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Ravi watched her, his gaze softening as he took in the quiet elegance of her features, the curve of her neck, the arch of her eyebrows, the way the light seemed to enhance her beauty in ways that felt almost unreal.
 
“Didi,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t imagine how you must feel. But I… I’m sorry. For everything.”
 
She met his gaze then, her eyes filled with so many emotions he couldn’t read. For a split second, she didn’t seem angry, just tired, worn. But then her walls went up again, the coolness returning to her demeanor.
 
“You don’t need to apologize anymore, Ravi,” she said softly, the words carrying the weight of so much more than just the apology. “You can’t fix this.”
 
Ravi's chest tightened, but he nodded slowly, the bitter sting of truth settling in.
 
“I know,” he said, almost to himself. “But I’ll keep trying. I won’t stop. Not until… until you tell me I’ve done enough.”
 

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