Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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She had felt sick to her stomach when she’d heard it, the betrayal too close to home, too real. “He was mine,” she thought bitterly. “He was supposed to be mine, and yet… yet he allowed them to touch him like that. To make him forget me.”
 
Her chest tightened as the sting of anger mixed with the sorrow she’d buried for so long. “He should have been stronger than that. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have let it happen. No matter how they looked at him, no matter how they made him feel… he shouldn’t have let them.”
 
But even as she thought it, she knew, knew deep in her chest, that the anger she held wasn’t as pure as it seemed. It wasn’t as simple as she wanted it to be. If it were, then she would have let it consume her entirely. But it didn’t. It never did.
 
She could still remember the way he’d looked at her today, how he’d spoken to her, softly, carefully, as though walking on broken glass.
 
Every time he’d apologized, she could hear the sincerity in his voice, see it in the way his eyes had softened when they met hers. “He’s sorry. He is truly sorry.” The thought slipped into her mind unbidden, and with it came a wave of softness she was not prepared for.
 
“But why? Why does he keep apologizing? Why does he keep trying? What does he want from me? What does he expect from me?” She twisted the pillow in her hands, the silence of the room pressing in on her like a weight. “Maybe he feels guilty. Maybe he feels sorry for himself. But does he even truly understand how much he hurt me? How could he not? How could he not feel the same sting that I do?” Her eyes closed, and for a moment, the tears she had fought off earlier threatened to spill.
 
But she quickly swallowed them back. She had no more room for that kind of weakness. No more room for self-pity.
 
“He loves me,” the thought came, softer now, almost tentative. She flinched at it, unsure. How could she reconcile this truth with the hurt, with the betrayal? “He says he does. But how can love feel like this? How can love hurt so much?”

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[readersp]

Thank you Shailu ji!!! Just like Priya didi's lines ' You are showing so much love and affection' by giving us all your readers updates. You have got to remember one thing.. if the story line is good.. the writer is giving regular updates.. readers slowly become greedy like how we are now.. our greed to read more and more episodes is growing exponentially.. i am sure all other readers here agree with me.. so kindly oblige ~readersp

[venkygeethu]

If love can give joy and pleasure it has the other side too which hurts and betrays some time

Excellent keep going we are catching up with you

[shailu4ever]

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Her body shifted restlessly beneath the sheets, turning away from the window as she struggled with the conflict brewing inside her.
 
But despite the anger, despite the resentment that still clung to her like a second skin, something in her mind kept returning to him, to Ravi. She thought about how he’d cared for her, how he had always been there in small, subtle ways.
 
His gentle glances, his patience, the way he’d never pushed her when she’d pulled away. How, even now, he respected her space, never crowding her, always waiting for her to make the first move.
 
“Why hasn’t he given up on me? Why hasn’t he just left me to wallow in my anger?” Her thoughts spun as she rolled over to face the ceiling again. “He should have by now. I’ve been so hard on him… Why does he keep trying? Why does he keep apologizing? Why doesn’t he just let me be?”
 
It was then that something inside her clicked, almost imperceptibly. She remembered how he had looked at her earlier. Not with guilt, not with remorse, but with longing.
 
He had been so careful, so gentle, so different from the man she had thought capable of such betrayal. “He doesn’t look at them the way he looks at me,” she realized suddenly, a rush of warmth flooding her chest.
 
The realization was a soft one, but it was there. He loved her. He had always loved her.
 
“No,” she thought firmly. “He didn’t betray me. He didn’t love them. He… he didn’t look at them the same way. He didn’t let himself fall into that. He just… he just… slipped. One moment of weakness. That’s all it was.” Her hand reached up to touch her lips, as if brushing away the words before they could solidify in her mind. “But why didn’t he stop it? Why didn’t he push them away? Wasn’t I enough to make him resist?”
 
She could almost see it, like a vision before her eyes. Neetu, with her teasing smile, her flirtatious eyes.
 
Sirisha, leaning in a little too close, laughing a little too much. Their unspoken invitation, it had been subtle, and maybe Ravi, in his loneliness, in his need for connection, had been too vulnerable to resist.
 
But it wasn’t his fault. He was only human. “Anyone… any man, would have… struggled. No one is perfect. He’s not perfect. I know that. I always knew that.”

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[shailu4ever]

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The thought made her pause, the edges of her anger beginning to dissolve into a kind of reluctant understanding. She had always known he was imperfect. She had always known that he was fallible, just like anyone else.
 
“Maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault. Maybe… they tempted him. They came to him, leaned in… They made him believe it was okay. He wasn’t prepared for it. It was too easy. He didn’t stop it, but…” She swallowed, her chest tight as her heart struggled to come to terms with the truth.
 
“I’m not a fool,” she thought, the sharpness of her own thoughts almost startling. “I know what temptation feels like. I know what it means to be pulled in, even when you know you shouldn’t.” Her breath caught at the thought.
 
Had she been tempted before? Had she ever allowed herself to be pulled in by something that wasn’t right? The question stung, but she didn’t turn away from it.
 
“No, he’s not a saint. But he’s mine. He’s always been mine. He didn’t mean to hurt me. It was just… one weak moment. Just a moment.”
 
Her mind began to shift then, the floodgates of her understanding opening. She saw him now, not as a man who had betrayed her but as a man who had been caught in the same human frailties she herself had.
 
“Maybe I can’t forgive him fully. Not yet. But maybe… maybe it’s not as simple as I thought. Maybe… maybe I don’t need to keep punishing him. Maybe I don’t need to keep punishing myself.”
 
Her thoughts slowed, a feeling of reluctant peace creeping in, threading through the pain. She wasn’t ready to forgive him, not yet, but she was beginning to understand. And in that understanding, there was room for something she hadn’t expected: hope.
 
“Maybe… one day, I can forgive him. Maybe… we can fix this.”
 
But as she lay there, another thought crept into her mind, almost uninvited. She had known Ravi now for months. She had seen the way he looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes, how he had tried, in small ways, to be the man she needed him to be.
 
But there was still something about him that gnawed at her, something that felt out of reach.
 
Had she always been enough for him? Or had she, at times, been just like everyone else, just another woman in his life, waiting to be taken for granted?
 
She thought about the ideal man, the one who would never falter, who would never let temptation lead him astray.
 
The kind of man who, no matter the circumstances, would stay true. She had imagined him, as every woman did, a man who could look at her, and only her, and never be swayed. But now, as her thoughts drifted back to Ravi, she realized with startling clarity that no one was perfect. Not him. Not her. No one.
 
“Maybe… he’s not my ideal. But maybe he’s the one I can love anyway. Maybe we can make it work.”
 
The realization settled in her heart, gentle and reluctant, like a truth she had been avoiding for too long. She wasn’t sure how it would happen, or when, but in that moment, she understood something fundamental: no relationship is perfect. And forgiveness is not something you can rush.
 
Priya Didi closed her eyes slowly, the weight of the night pressing gently against her eyelids. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself breathe. She was not ready to forgive, not yet. But she was ready to understand. And that, she thought, was a start.
 

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[prasannas2001]

Sirisha’s First Step: Removal of Neetu’s Bra

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Hi Shailu, what a plan. You made Sirisha to open Neetu's bra. Wow, it's next level.

[amol1]

Waiting to get this story one next level..!! Hope it will happen soon..!!

[shailu4ever]

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.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for your compliments. I'm thrilled to hear you're enjoying the story and feeling that roller-coaster ride.

I love that sensation of unpredictability, so I'm glad you are enjoying it too. Your feedback truly motivates me to keep pushing the pace and excitement. I can't wait to take you on even more twists and turns as the story unfolds. 

Please stay tuned, there's so much more to come.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Excellent and Exciting

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much for the compliments. I'm really glad you you liked the story and feel the excitement.  

Your feedback means a lot to me and it motivates me to keep bringing that energy to the story. I hope the excitement keeps building as the story progresses for you.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hmm things are getting spiced up

Hi LovePookie

So nice of you. I am glad to hear it. Things are definitely heating up and there’s more to come, so I hope you’re ready for the ride. 

Thank you very much for sharing your thoughts. I'm excited to see what you think of the twists ahead.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Thank you Shailu ji!!! Just like Priya didi's lines ' You are showing so much love and affection' by giving us all your readers updates. You have got to remember one thing.. if the story line is good.. the writer is giving regular updates.. readers slowly become greedy like how we are now.. our greed to read more and more episodes is growing exponentially.. i am sure all other readers here agree with me.. so kindly oblige  ~readersp

Hi readersp sir

Aww, thank you so much for such a sweet message. I absolutely love the comparison to Priya didi's lines, from my own story.  It's heartwarming to know my updates are bringing that much joy. And you're absolutely right: when the story is good, the greed for more definitely kicks in (I can’t blame you for that one).

I’m so grateful for your enthusiasm and support. I’ll do my best to keep up the regular updates, and I promise, there’s plenty more exciting content coming your way

Thanks again for being such an amazing supporter for me and this story. 

I really appreciate all that support and motivation you are giving me. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

If love can give joy and pleasure it has the other side too which hurts and betrays some time

Excellent keep going we are catching up with you

Hi Venkygeethu

You're absolutely right, love can bring both immense joy and deep pain. You put it in a very nice way. It's that mix of emotions that makes the story so intense, and I'm excited to keep exploring it with you.

Thank you so much for your compliments. I’m thrilled to hear you’re catching up, there’s more to come, so please stay tuned. 

I can’t wait to take you through the next twists and turns

Once again, thank you very much for your continued support, it is really that support and motivation, helping me continue writing.  I can never thank you enough Venkygeethu.


With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi Shailu, what a plan. You made Sirisha to open Neetu's bra. Wow, it's next level.

Hi Prasanna

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts. I’m glad you’re enjoying how the story is unfolding and the unexpected turns it’s taking. 

Once again thank you so much for your continued support. It truly means a lot to me that you’re following the story so closely and enjoying the twists and turns along the way. Your encouragement keeps me motivated to write and share more. I’m really grateful to have readers like you.

There’s a lot more drama and emotion coming up, so stay tuned.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Waiting to get this story one next level..!! Hope it will happen soon..!!

Hi Amol1

Thank you so much for your excitement. I’m really happy to know you’re looking forward to the next level of the story. Don’t worry, things are definitely building up, and some big moments are on the way soon. 

Your enthusiasm truly keeps me inspired to keep writing.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[prasannas2001]

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And then Sirisha closed her lips around the stiff nipple once again.
 
Neetu gasped, her body jerking ever so slightly at the first warm pull of the fresh younger woman’s mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat, raw and unguarded, filling the silence with sound.
 
Ravi froze, every nerve in his body catching fire. “She’s doing it… she’s really sucking Bhabhi’s breast… and it’s not me guiding her this time. She chose it.” His chest tightened painfully, torn between disbelief, awe, and a hunger so sharp it made his fingers curl hungrily around Sirisha’s waist.
 
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Excellent narration of emotions and inner thoughts.  This scene is very sensuous.

[shailu4ever]

Scene: Priya Didi’s Fall (Tuesday – Work from Home)
 
The days since the renovation site had been marked by an unspoken tension, a delicate balance of proximity and distance. Ravi had tried his best to give Priya Didi the space she needed, silently willing her to heal, both emotionally and physically.
 
His guilt weighed heavily on him, but he knew that forcing anything now would only push her further away. Still, there were small moments, glances, shared silences, that spoke louder than words ever could.
 
Their paths seemed to cross more often these days, almost as if fate was pushing them back into each other’s orbit.
 
It was a Tuesday, and Ravi sat at his desk in his bed room, eyes focused on his laptop, the click-clack of his keyboard filling the otherwise quiet apartment. The air conditioning hummed in the background, a low drone that seemed to match his rhythm as he worked.
 
Outside, the city noise was distant, as though the world beyond was moving in a different time zone.
 
But something nagged at him, a sense of awareness, like the calm before a storm. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the tension between him and Priya had shifted somehow. It wasn’t something spoken, but something felt.
 
He could sense it, a pull, something he could no longer ignore.
 
Suddenly, the stillness of the apartment was shattered by a loud thud followed by a sharp gasp of pain.
 
“Priya Didi!” His heart leapt into his throat as he shot up from his desk and rushed toward the hallway.
 
There, just outside her bedroom, he found her crumpled on the floor, her knee bent at an unnatural angle, and her hand pressed tightly against her ankle. Her face was contorted in pain, eyes wide with distress.
 
The sight made his stomach churn, a fierce protectiveness flaring inside him.
 
“Priya Didi, are you alright?” he asked, his voice strained with panic as he knelt beside her, hands hovering, unsure where to touch, how to help without seeming intrusive. His instincts were screaming at him to do something, but he was frozen, just for a moment.
 
He had hurt her before, and now she was here, vulnerable, his heart trembled under the weight of it.
 
She winced as she tried to shift, the movement too painful.
 
Her eyes locked with his, a brief, unspoken exchange passing between them.

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[shailu4ever]

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In that moment, it felt like the whole world held its breath.

 
“I think I… sprained my ankle,” she whispered, her voice soft but taut with pain, each word a quiet plea that seemed to hang in the air between them.
 
Her words hit him like a sudden shock, a jolt of panic that made his chest tighten. A sprain? That could be so much worse, she could be hurting, and the thought twisted something inside him.
 
“Didi, should I call an ambulance?” Ravi asked, his voice tight with concern. He could feel his thoughts racing.
 
She was so fragile in this moment, he couldn’t afford to take chances. His heart pounded in his ears as worry flashed through him. What if it was worse than a sprain? What if she was hiding how much pain she was in?
 
She shook her head, the delicate motion betraying her own uncertainty.
 
She cradled her ankle with both hands, fingers trembling, as though trying to hold herself together. “No… I don’t think it’s that bad,” she murmured, but the fragility in her voice made him feel like she was slipping through his fingers. “It doesn’t feel broken, just… maybe a sprain. I’ll be okay. But... please, don’t leave me here alone.”
 
The soft, trembling plea in her voice went straight to his chest, unraveling something inside him. Her vulnerability, the quiet trust in her eyes, hit him in a way he hadn’t expected. It made the weight of his own guilt feel even heavier, pressing against him like a storm he couldn’t outrun.
 
He wasn’t sure if it was the way she was looking at him, or the delicate way she leaned into him, but something in him broke free from the walls he’d built up. She needed him. He couldn’t be the one to walk away now.
 
He swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, to push down the tumult of emotions roiling inside him.
 
“She’s telling you she’ll be okay. Trust her. She knows her body better than you do.”
 
His hands hovered in the air for a moment, uncertain, as though he wasn’t sure if he had the right to touch her. His hesitation was palpable, this was the first time he was so close to her since everything had changed between them.
 
His fingers trembled slightly, caught between the urge to help and the weight of his guilt.

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[shailu4ever]

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The space between them seemed to stretch, and yet his hands felt drawn to her, as if they were doing their own bidding.
 
He let his fingers brush her shoulder first, just the faintest contact. Her skin was warm, and the sensation shot through him like a spark.
 
The touch was soft, almost tentative, as if he feared she might pull away. But she didn’t. Her body, delicate and fragile in his hands, seemed to accept the moment, the silent trust in the way she leaned into him.
 
“This is the moment,” he thought, his pulse quickening. This is what I’m afraid of.
 
But there was no turning back now. He could feel the tension in the air, thick with unspoken things. He moved with care, his fingers brushing over the soft fabric of her saree, the rich folds of the pallu dbanging over her shoulder, as though her whole presence was an intricate, delicate thing he needed to treat with tenderness.
 
His right hand hovered near her left, instinctively drawn to the delicate pleats of her saree. His fingers brushed her pallu, his palm making slow contact with the silk. He hesitated just a second longer, the fabric cool beneath his fingers, before he gently, almost reverently, pulled it aside towards her chest. As the pallu moved, the front left side of her blouse became visible, the soft, elegant design of the fabric clinging tightly to her torso.
 
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, the silence stretching thick between them. Her chest rose with a shallow breath, a slight tremor running through her as she felt the subtle change in the air. The space between them had never felt more charged.
 
The blouse, with its delicate stitching and subtle sheen, framed her figure, revealing the U-neck that subtly curved just below her collarbones, giving a glimpse of the soft swell of her left breast. The skin looked radiant, displaying the soft curve of her elegant breast and her deep cleavage. The modest cut of the blouse felt so feminine, a simple elegance that made her feel all the more fragile, all the more real to him in that moment.
 
With that small shift, his hand slid beneath her left arm, his fingers brushing the soft curve of her back, the gentle sensation of her warmth overwhelming him.

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi could feel her shallow breath, the flutter against his chest, the way her body softened, almost instinctively, into his touch.
 
It was as though she, too, was caught in the pull of this fragile, intimate moment.
 
He was careful at first, his hand almost hovering, as though waiting for some kind of sign from her. But it was his next move that caused a wave of warmth and tension to flood through her. As his hand slid gently up her back, she felt the bare skin of her back meet the warmth of his palm.
 
The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, but his touch, his bare hand against her soft skin, was enough to send an electric pulse through her.
 
His hand traveled upward, moving to support her as he lifted her slightly, and as he did, his palm pressed lightly against her back. The warmth of her bare skin beneath his touch sent a surge of heat through him, the sensation far more intimate than he had imagined.
 
His fingers brushed over the delicate curve of her back, just above the low edge of her U-neck blouse, where the smoothness of her skin met the soft, cool air.
 
He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath his hand, the delicate shift in her body as she leaned into him for support.
 
The heat from her skin seeped into his palm, and he couldn’t help but feel the electric thrill of the closeness. The softness of her back, exposed and vulnerable to him, seemed to dissolve every last barrier between them.
 
His hand stayed there, firm yet tender, as he helped her steady herself. Each delicate touch felt like a silent promise, a comfort he hadn’t meant to offer, but that now felt impossible to retract.
 
Her breath hitched, a soft, involuntary gasp slipping from her soft full lips, but she quickly pressed it down. She wasn’t sure if it was the sudden closeness or the unexpected intimacy of his touch, but she felt vulnerable, as though her entire body was laid bare before him. Her skin tingled where his hand rested, and despite the pain in her ankle, she couldn’t shake the overwhelming sensation of his touch.

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[shailu4ever]

Hi everyone,

I’m sharing a picture of the blouse Priya was wearing when she fell. This should give you a clearer idea of what she looked like at that moment.  The difference is her blouse was tight where in the picture the blouse was lose.


-- Shailu