Adultery Priya Didi

[surthi3553]

You can send them to a movie and put slow and romantic plot

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi felt it too, the heat of his hand, the unspoken promise in the proximity, the pull of something she had denied herself for so long. It made her pulse quicken, but she allowed herself a small, fleeting surrender. She didn’t move her hand; she didn’t withdraw. The contact was brief, subtle, yet it carried a weight that neither had anticipated.
 
“This… this isn’t forgiveness,” she told herself. “It’s… acknowledgment. He’s still here, and I… I can feel him. Maybe I don’t hate him as much as I thought. Maybe I… almost like this.”
 
The auto ride continued, but neither of them felt the same distance they had before. The ride, though short, felt endless, as if the space between them had somehow shrunk, as if they were on the precipice of something they couldn’t fully name yet.
 
Ravi’s mind raced, a quiet elation mixing with the lingering guilt of past mistakes. “This is… more than I dared hope. She’s letting me be close. She hasn’t forgiven me fully… but she’s letting me in. Maybe if I’m patient… maybe if I keep respecting her space… maybe she’ll come back to me. Maybe… eventually, we’ll be okay.”
 
Priya Didi, meanwhile, felt a tiny flicker of warmth and longing she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in months.
 
The brush of his hand, the heat of his arm, the quiet attention he offered, all without demanding, all without overstepping, it stirred something inside her. “Maybe… maybe he hasn’t changed entirely. Maybe he’s still the one I… I wanted all along. And yet… I can’t let myself fully trust him. Not yet. But… this… this feels… nice.”
 
By the time the auto approached Flat 205, neither spoke, yet the connection they had shared in those twenty minutes was unmistakable.
 
Their hands, still lightly touching, seemed to anchor the fleeting intimacy that had blossomed in that tiny, chaotic space. As the auto slowed and the streets of Mumbai grew closer to their building, Ravi’s pulse settled just enough for him to smile faintly to himself.
 
“She’s not angry anymore… not completely. There’s hope now. I just… I just have to be patient. I have to let her come to me… in her own time.”
 
Priya Didi pulled her hand away first, straightening her saree with careful precision. But the moment had passed, and Ravi couldn’t help but smile faintly to himself.
 
As they climbed out of the auto and walked toward the building, the world around them didn’t seem quite as loud, quite as full of noise.
 
There was still a long way to go, but something had changed.
 
There was a possibility now, a glimmer of hope.
 

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[readersp]

Bring it on Shailu ji!!!

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Inside Flat 205 – A Moment of Quiet Closeness
 
As they approached the entrance, the familiar hum of the apartment building seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the quiet rhythm of their shared presence. 

The building, which had once felt like a neutral place, now felt strangely intimate, its walls almost breathing with expectation. Inside Flat 205, Ravi felt the space between them almost painfully wide, yet the soft echo of their closeness clung to him, lingering like a warm whisper along his skin.
 
He opened the door for her, stepping aside to let her enter first, his gaze flicking briefly to her back. He noticed the graceful curve of her shoulders, the sway of her hips, the way the light from the hallway caught the shimmer of her saree, like the last kiss of the evening sun, delicate and fleeting, yet impossibly intimate.
 
“She’s so beautiful,” Ravi thought, feeling an ache in his chest as he followed her into the flat. “Even when she’s angry, even when she’s hurt, there’s something in her that pulls me in. Why can’t I stop myself from wanting her? Why can’t I stop hoping?”
 
Priya Didi stepped into the living room and paused, her hand resting briefly on the back of the couch, fingers brushing against the fabric like a gentle, intimate caress. 

She glanced around the space, eyes settling on the quiet familiarity of the apartment, and for a moment, she closed her eyes and drew in a slow, steadying breath, letting the cool air of the room wash over her skin, soothing, almost sensuous in its touch. 

The events of the day, the renovation site, the shared silence in the auto, felt overwhelming, yet somehow comforting, like a hidden warmth curling inside her chest.
 
As she turned to face Ravi, their eyes locked, and the room seemed to pause, holding its breath, as if the world itself recognized the tension humming between them. 

Ravi stood just a few feet away, his hands resting casually on his hips, a calm facade belying the storm of desire and guilt swirling beneath. 

The familiar warmth of his gaze made something inside Priya Didi tighten, a delicate ache, but there was no anger this time, only the quiet stirring of feelings she had worked so hard to suppress.

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[venkygeethu]

Hope is brightening and Ravi is going to taste the Rasamalai very soon

[readersp]

If the story can be compared to a 50 overs One day match, 1-10 overs power play 11-40 overs middle overs, 41-45 end overs and 46-50 slog overs.. Shailu ji.. hope we are nearing 46-50 overs for Priya didi and Ravi's reunion? Please let know.

The build up is awesome..Keep rocking!!!

[shailu4ever]

Hope the faint touch becomes something substantial Shailu ji!!! Eagerly waiting for the reunion!!!

Hi Readersp sir

Thank you so much for your feedback. The faint touch is definitely leading them closer encounters, piece by piece. Sometimes it’s the quiet moments that pull people together, even when they don’t notice it yet. 

Rest assured, I’m working on that reunion and will share it with you as soon as I can. I hope I can make your waiting worth it. I can’t wait to get it to you.

Thank you for your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Seems the most awaited moments is going to happen..!! Nice :⁠-⁠)

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much for your interest in the story. The moment is definitely drawing closer, and I’m glad you’re excited! I can’t wait to share what happens next, hopefully, it’ll be worth the wait.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

You can send them to a movie and put slow and romantic plot

Hi Surthi3553

Thank you so much for your suggestion. I love the idea of a slow, romantic moment inside the movie theater. Actually, the movie theater arc is already in the story plan and is coming up soon, after a few more key scenes. 

It’ll be just the kind of moment you’re hoping for, slow, romantic, and full of anticipation. Please Stay tuned.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Bring it on Shailu ji!!!

Hi Readersp sir


Haha, thank you so much for your patience.  I’m all set to bring their union to life, there are not side tracks in between, it’s already in motion. The journey will unfold naturally, one step at a time. I won’t keep you waiting much longer, but trust me, you wouldn’t want me to rush such a long-awaited moment either. It’s worth savoring every step along the way.


Exciting things are on the horizon. Stay tuned, you won’t regret it. As each moment unfolds in its own rhythm, there’s much to look forward to, and I promise it will be worth the wait.

With warm regards

-- Shailu 

[shailu4ever]

Hope is brightening and Ravi is going to taste the Rasamalai very soon

Hi Venkygeethu

Haha, I love the way you put that. Yes, hope is definitely shining bright, and Ravi is about to savor that Rasamalai very soon.  But I am sure this Rasmalai will be way too sweater than the other ones. You know what I mean ;). Please stay tuned, sweet things are on the way. 

Thank you for your continued support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

If the story can be compared to a 50 overs One day match, 1-10 overs power play 11-40 overs middle overs, 41-45 end overs and 46-50 slog overs.. Shailu ji.. hope we are nearing 46-50 overs for Priya didi and Ravi's reunion? Please let know.

The build up is awesome..Keep rocking!!!

Hi Readersp sir

Haha, I absolutely love the cricket analogy. If we’re comparing this to a 50-over match, we’re definitely edging closer to the 46-50 overs for Priya didi and Ravi’s reunion. The build-up is almost at its peak, and the big moment of reunion is just around the corner.


But here’s the twist, the real match  (I know you are waiting for that more than just the reunion ;) ) begins after their reunion. That’s when the game gets even more interesting, and trust me, you won’t want to miss it.

Thank you so much for the kind words, your excitement is giving me all the energy to keep rocking this. 

Please stay tuned, the best overs are yet to come. 

Thank you so for much your continued support and it is really great to see you back in this thread sir. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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For a long moment, neither spoke. The silence was not empty; it was charged, thick with the weight of everything unsaid, every glance, every unvoiced confession adding to the tension. 

Ravi watched her, heart hammering, feeling the pull of his apologies, his hope, his longing, all of it drawing him closer, like a magnetic force that couldn’t be denied.
 
Priya Didi crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze flicking to the window for a moment before returning to him. She seemed distant, lost in thought, yet there was a softness in her eyes, a vulnerability, a warmth she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.
 
“Why do I keep doing this to myself?” she thought. “Why do I let him in? Why can’t I just keep him out? Every time he’s near me, I feel it again… I feel everything. But I can’t forgive him yet. Not fully. Not after everything.”
 
Ravi took a step closer, careful, respectful, mindful of the charged space between them. The tension from the auto ride lingered like a whisper against their skin, subtle, almost unbearable in its intensity. 

He had no illusions, he knew she wasn’t ready to forgive him, but in the stillness of the room, fragile hope unfurled in his chest, stirring like a flame licking at dry wood.
 
“I’ll wait,” he told himself. “I’ll wait, if it means she’ll come back to me. I’ll wait, even if it takes time… even if it takes all the time in the world.”
 
Priya Didi didn’t speak immediately, but she didn’t step back either. 

She allowed the space between them to shrink just slightly, letting the warmth of his presence brush against her, a touch without contact, yet electric and intimate. 

The silence, though heavy, wasn’t suffocating; it was alive, almost throbbing with unspoken possibility.
 
Then, as if she couldn’t hold the unspoken thoughts inside any longer, she spoke softly, her voice laden with quiet weight, trembling with unacknowledged desire.
 
“Ravi…”
 
The word was an invitation, a question, a confession, soft but charged, weighty with every unspoken moment that had led to this one.
 
Ravi’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, and he moved toward her instinctively, hands itching to close the distance, yet stopping just short, uncertain if she would pull away. His breath caught in his throat, a delicious tension coiling through him.

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[prasannas2001]

The Game of Unraveling Desires
 
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“It’s simple,” Neetu purred, the heat of her words simmering beneath the surface. “We draw a chit. Whatever name is on the paper, that article of clothing has to come off.” Her smile deepened as she watched Sirisha’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but she didn’t let the moment linger. 

“Then… we toss a coin.”
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Neetu continued, her voice taking on a teasing edge. “Whoever wins the toss will have the privilege, ” she emphasized the word privilege with a slow, sensual tilt of her head “ to remove that piece of clothing.”
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OMG Shailu, what an exciting game, it is very exquisite. I love the way you are moving the story forward.

I am getting the feel of going on a rollercoaster.

[shailu4ever]

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“Yes, Didi?” His voice was steady, but a tremor of hope and longing quivered beneath it, impossible to disguise.
 
She looked up, her big eyes filled with anger and hurt, yet beneath it, a flicker of something softer, something tender and vulnerable, a quiet ache she wasn’t ready to acknowledge aloud.
 
“I…” She paused, chest rising and falling in slow, almost hypnotic breaths. “I don’t know what to do with all this. With you, with me, with… everything that’s happened.” Her words were raw, unfiltered, fragile, hanging in the air like a thread about to snap, electric with unspoken tension.
 
Ravi could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat a thrum of desire and longing. He took another step forward, then paused, giving her the space she needed, yet the energy between them crackled, undeniable, intimate.
 
“I don’t expect you to know right now,” he said softly, his voice gentle, almost reverent. “I just… I just wanted you to know that I’m here. For whatever you need. I’ll wait, Priya Didi. I’ll wait for you to decide what comes next. I’m not going anywhere.”
 
Her eyes softened slightly, yet the flicker of uncertainty remained, a delicate, tantalizing tension that made the air hum. And then, as if drawn by an invisible thread, she stepped toward him, closing the space just a fraction, their breaths brushing, mingling, the heat between them palpable.
 
Her hand brushed lightly against his arm, a gesture so simple, so fleeting, yet charged with intimacy, sending a ripple of sensation straight to his core. 

To Ravi, it was everything, the smallest sign, the faintest touch, yet enough to make his heart race, enough to make him believe in possibility again.
 
He didn’t reach for her, didn’t crowd her. The closeness itself was intoxicating, the warmth, the tension, the unspoken charge between them enough to make the world fall away.
 
And as the room settled into an unfamiliar, sensuous quiet, they stood there, caught in the delicate aftermath of everything that had been and everything that might come, each heartbeat laced with longing, with the promise of what might be. 

There was much to untangle, yet for now, in this fragile space of time, it was enough.
 
“I’ll wait,” Ravi thought, watching her closely, heart thrumming with hope. “I’ll wait for the day she lets me in again… because she’s always been worth it.”
 
Priya Didi didn’t speak again, but the soft touch on his arm lingered, heavy with promise, fragile with desire, a quiet, intimate bond charged with potential, a connection that could grow, heal, and change everything.
 

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[venkygeethu]

lovely narration very soon things are going to happen as expected but can't predict when only three of them know 1.Ravi 2.Priya didi and the 3rd our shailu

[shailu4ever]

lovely narration very soon things are going to happen as expected but can't predict when only three of them know 1.Ravi 2.Priya didi and the 3rd our shailu

Hi Venkygeethu

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m really glad you enjoyed the narration. It’s exciting to hear that things are starting to come together, even if we can’t predict exactly when everything will unfold.
 
You’re absolutely right, Ravi, Priya didi, and I are the only ones who know what’s coming next, and that makes it all the more intriguing.
 
But actually, even Ravi doesn’t know what comes next. He’s just waiting for Priya didi's forgiveness and her approval, and it’s mostly Priya didi and I who know what’s in store ;).  Hahaha. I think the mystery and suspense will make everything even more interesting as it unfolds.
 
I’m thrilled to have you along for this journey and can’t wait to see how everything plays out. Thanks again for your wonderful feedback, it means a lot to me.
 
Looking forward to sharing more with you soon.
 
With warm regards

-- Shailu

[amol1]

Excellent and Exciting

[LovePookie]

Hmm things are getting spiced up

[shailu4ever]

Priya Didi's Internal Reflection
 
The quiet of the apartment felt oppressive, the stillness in the air thick with the weight of her thoughts.
 
Priya Didi lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the faint hum of the city outside barely reaching her ears. In the darkness of the room, her mind was alive with the echoes of the day, the moments with Ravi, his apologies, his gentleness, and the deep ache in her heart that she could not easily name.
 
Her hands rested lightly on the sheet, but her mind refused rest. She could still see him from earlier, the careful attentiveness, the soft, quiet gestures, the way he had always tried to show her love even after she had been hurt.
 
“He was… so gentle today,” she thought, letting her gaze drift to the window. “So… attentive. Even after everything… he hasn’t stopped caring. He’s… trying. He’s… been apologizing. He keeps trying, keeps being kind… being… him.”
 
Her pulse fluttered at the memory of his hand brushing hers in the auto earlier, accidental, yes, but deliberate in a way that felt like a promise. His fingers hovering over her fingers and telling her how much he loves her.
 
Every small act, the way he had lingered nearby without crowding her, the soft tones of his voice, the careful way he spoke, filled her chest with warmth she was reluctant to name.
 
“He shows me so much… love, affection, care… and yet… how could he let himself…?” Her fingers clenched the bedsheet. “With… with them? How could he do that when he loves me like this?”
 
Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of the sheets, the comfort of the bed in stark contrast to the restlessness inside her.
 
She turned onto her side, gazing out of the window at the dim glow of the city lights. “How could he?” The thought was familiar, like an old wound she couldn’t stop poking at, even though it still burned.
 
“How could he let himself do that? With them?” The betrayal had been raw, sharp, and it had twisted her insides when she first learned about it.
 
The memory of Neetu and Sirisha, how they had teased him, leaned in too close, whispered with smiles that had meant more than words ever could, burned in her mind.
 

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