Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Finding the images is more difficult than writing the story

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[shailu4ever]

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The heat of his hand against her bare skin was almost too much. “Why does it feel like this?” Her mind raced as his palm pressed against her back, his fingers skimming the edges of her blouse.
 
The shock of the contact sent a wave of warmth flooding through her body, making her skin feel too sensitive, too exposed. She fought the urge to pull away, but his presence, his touch, felt different this time, more present, more real.
 
It was as though everything she had kept carefully hidden was suddenly on the verge of unraveling.
 
Her breath, still shallow, hitched again as he held her close, his warmth surrounding her. She could feel the way his hand lingered on her skin, as if he was trying to make sure she was truly there, that he was truly there.
 
“What is happening?” The question echoed in her mind like a soft, urgent whisper. “[i]Why does this feel so intimate?”[/i]
 
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for his arm, the faintest sense of dependence creeping in, though she would never admit it out loud. Her heart beat faster, and as much as she tried to suppress it, a small part of her melted into the comfort of his touch. Despite everything that had happened between them, the distance they had grown, and the hurt still lingering in her heart, there was something about this moment, something about his touch, that made it impossible to ignore the pull between them.
 
His hand stayed there, delicately and deliberately pressing, as he guided her body upward. The design of her blouse, the U-neck, accentuated the soft curve of her back, just above where the fabric folded against her skin. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath his palm, the warmth of her bare back just above the clasp of her blouse, the smoothness of her soft skin beneath his hand.
 
His fingers, still gentle, moved to better support her, just above the low neckline of her blouse, near the base of her spine. The heat of her body seeped into his palm, sending a thrill of electricity through him. For a moment, all he could feel was the softness of her skin, the intimacy of the touch, and the undeniable pull to hold her closer, to erase the distance between them.
 
The overwhelming pull to hold her, to comfort her, to erase the distance between them, battled with the crushing weight of everything he had done. The vulnerability in her touch, the subtle way she leaned into him for support, made his pulse race.
 

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[shailu4ever]

The Temptations



“She's hurt. You can’t take advantage of this… of her trust.”
 
But his body didn’t listen to reason. Every time she shifted, every soft exhale as she tried to adjust, it felt like her breath was pulling him closer. The way her body leaned into him, so fragile and dependent on his strength, only seemed to amplify the tension between them.
 
The gentle pressure of her fingers against his arm, the warmth of her skin so close to his, blurred the lines between his instinct to protect and something far deeper, something he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge in far too long.
 
His heartbeat, steady at first, began to thrum in his chest, pulsing with an intensity that had nothing to do with the injury she’d suffered and everything to do with the proximity between them.
 
His hand, steady and careful, rested on her bare back, fingers barely grazing her skin, but the touch ignited something in him. The heat of her skin seeped into his palm, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to pull her in fully, the soft curve of her left breast pressing against him, her warmth overwhelming him.
 
“Don’t.” His internal warning came out like a whisper, but it was drowned out by the soft heat of her body pressing into his chest. The feel of her against him was a constant reminder of how close they were, how badly he wanted to pull her even closer.
 
Her breath was shallow now, matching his own, soft and tentative. It was as if they were suspended in a moment where everything they had tried to hide could no longer remain hidden. The silence between them thickened, charged with the electricity of what they both knew, what neither was willing to say aloud.
 
He couldn’t deny it, there was something undeniable between them, something stronger than either of them could ignore. She was leaning into him, needing him, and that need only served to pull him deeper into the chaos of what he wanted.
 
His fingers, slightly trembling, grazed the curve of her neck, a touch that was meant to be protective but sent a wave of heat rushing through him. A shiver ran down his spine as his body reacted to her proximity.
 
The way her body responded to him was almost involuntary, each shift, each breath, sending him spiraling further into the pull of her closeness.

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[shailu4ever]

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But then, as he steadied her, her face came dangerously close to his, and in that moment, everything around them seemed to fade away.
 
He could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips, the faint scent of her jasmine perfume lingering in the air, so familiar and intoxicating. Her hair brushed against his arm, and the smell of it, sweet, floral, like a soft breeze on a warm day, swept over him. The urge to bury his face in the silken strands was almost overwhelming.
 
She was so close now that he could see the delicate curve of her jaw, the soft line of her cheek, the way her full luscious lips slightly parted as she breathed in, her eyes closed in concentration.
 
Her skin looked like porcelain, glowing in the soft light, and her lashes, long and dark, framed her face so perfectly it made his chest tighten.
 
He could see the faintest flush on her cheeks, and he wondered if she felt the same burning closeness between them, or if it was just him, drowning in the scent of her, the softness of her presence.
 
His gaze lingered on her luscious lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss her, even just once. But the thought was fleeting, quickly buried under the weight of everything that had come before.
 
This was about care, about protecting her in this fragile moment, but he couldn’t deny the rising tide of longing that had taken root in his chest.
 
She leaned in further, just slightly, her arm brushing against his side, and the subtle pressure of her left breast against his chest sent a shockwave of heat through him. Her body was pressed so close, her soft curves against him, that every breath she took seemed to echo in his own lungs.
 
“Easy, Priya Didi, I’ve got you” his words turned into a whisper, his voice barely audible, a low, almost fragile sound. His words were meant to be soothing, but even to him, they felt like a plea.
 
His hand stayed firmly at the small of her back, fingers brushing against the soft, smooth skin just above the low cut of her blouse. He could feel the rise and fall of her breath beneath his hand, the gentle warmth of her skin, as her body softened into his.
 
Each movement, each touch, felt like an electric current, vulnerable, intimate, and undeniably charged. It was as though everything they had built between them, all the walls and distance, were crumbling in this moment.
 
There was only the feel of her against him, the soft curve of her body in his arms, and the overwhelming need to pull her closer, to erase every inch of space that remained between them.
 
 

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[tting4tting4]

First off, I have to say a HUGE thank you for picking up the pace with the updates on this series. I really appreciate the consistent flow of new chapters... it’s such a treat to see the story evolving so quickly.

Your talent for wordplay continues to blow me away. The way you describe the setting, the characters’ emotions, and the tension between them is absolutely out of this world. I was particularly drawn to the scene with Priya and Ravi during the auto ride. The way you gradually built up their physical closeness, starting with those subtle touches and escalating to the slip-and-fall moment... was so perfectly executed. It felt incredibly intimate and real, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Honestly, this isn’t just one of the best stories I’ve read on this site, it’s THE best. The depth of connection between the characters, the pacing, and the way you bring everything to life is unmatched. I can’t thank you enough for sharing this incredible work with us.

I’m eagerly looking forward to more updates, hopefully frequent ones! Thank you again for your hard work and dedication to this story. I’m completely hooked!

[shailu4ever]

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Priya Didi’s breath hitched as she shifted, her injured foot unable to support any weight. The sharp wave of discomfort only heightened her awareness of Ravi’s closeness, of the way he was holding her so carefully, yet so firmly.

 
His hands were steady as he tightened his grip on her, guiding her carefully toward the bedroom. But with each step they took, there was something more than just concern, more than just his desire to get her to safety, there was the undeniable pull of their proximity, the tension between them that only seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.
 
His fingers, now resting at the small of her back, moved with purpose, but the touch lingered in a way that made her pulse quicken.
 
He slowly shifted his hand to her waist, his fingers brushing against her skin between her blouse and saree. Bare skin, the touch was light at first, but the moment it made contact, something shifted in her.
 
She paused, holding her breath for a second, her heart skipping a beat as her mind raced, torn between confusion and something else, something electric.
 
“What is he doing?” Her thoughts came faster than she could process, but the truth was, she didn’t want him to stop. The soft, [b]warm pressure[/b] of his hand against her waist felt almost possessive, as if she could feel him claiming her in this fragile moment.
 
As they moved toward the bedroom, every step felt like it stretched time. Each movement brought them closer, yet kept them at a distance, a distance she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep anymore. The thickening air between them was almost tangible, like the tension was wrapping around them, drawing them into a space where nothing existed except the heat between their bodies.
 
Ravi’s pulse quickened. His intent was to help her, to support her, but deep down, there was a hunger that he couldn’t deny, the need to feel her closer, the weight of her body pressing into his, the warmth of her against him.
 
She fit against him so perfectly, every curve, every breath they shared, seemed to match in a way he hadn’t expected.
 
His fingers grazed the [b]soft curve of her waist[/b], just above her hip, slowly, but deliberately, brushing over the delicate arch of her back, feeling the subtle, almost imperceptible shift of her body as she leaned into him.

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[shailu4ever]

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Each step was like a silent dance, a careful balance between protection and a desire that was harder to ignore with every passing moment.
 
The warmth of her skin, the soft rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the heat of her body beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, it all became too much for him to control. Every breath of hers seemed to stir something in him, deep and primal, as if her body had its own gravity, pulling him closer.
 
The slight tremor in her movements, the soft flutter of her chest against his, only added to the electric tension between them.
 
His hands, almost unconsciously, gripped her waist tightly, holding her more firmly against him.
 
The contact wasn’t just for support; it was as if he was trying to convince himself that she was still here, still within his reach, that he hadn’t lost her completely.
 
The room seemed to shrink around them, the tension wrapping around them like a sensual fog, heavy, thick, almost suffocating in its intensity. It was a moment suspended in time, where the past and present collided, and all he could focus on was her warmth, her softness against him, and the way her body responded to his every move.
 
As Ravi supported her weight, his arm firm around her waist, Priya Didi couldn’t help but notice the warmth of his body pressing against hers. His strength was reassuring, but it was more than that, it was the heat of him, the closeness, that made her heart race faster than it should have.
 
The scent of him, earthy with a subtle hint of spice, wrapped around her, a comfort in its familiarity, yet it made her pulse race in a way she hadn’t expected.
 
“Why did he have to be so close?” The question repeated in her mind, but it was drowned out by the undeniable truth, she didn’t want him to pull away. She didn’t want the distance between them.
 
She hadn’t realized just how much she had missed his presence until now, how much she craved the feel of him, the comfort of him being close.
 
The tenderness in his touch, the careful way he was helping her walk, felt like a reminder of the bond they once shared.
 
It was a bond that, despite everything that had happened, had never completely unraveled.
 
And in this moment, that bond seemed to pull them both closer than they had been in a long time.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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“This is just because I’m hurt,” she told herself, trying to hold on to the wall she’d built around her emotions. But with each step, the wall began to feel thinner, as if it might crumble at any moment.
 
The way his body pressed so against hers made her skin burn in a way that wasn’t from the injury, but from something deeper. Desire.
 
Her breath caught when he adjusted his grip around her waist, just a bit too intimately for a casual walk to the bedroom, his fingers slipping just a fraction lower against her back.
 
His hand felt hot, almost searing against her skin. Why did it have to feel so right? His touch was so steady, so safe, but it also stirred something inside her, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for so long.
 
She couldn’t ignore the quickening of her pulse, the subtle shiver that ran down her spine as she leaned into him, the curve of his chest warm against her side.
 
She could feel the rhythmic beat of his heart, and it made her wonder if he was struggling with the same pull, the same longing that had suddenly awakened in her.
 
Her skin seemed to burn in the places where his hand touched, where his body was close to hers, and she found herself reluctant to break that closeness.
 
“He’s just helping me. That’s all.” She repeated the words in her mind, but the intimacy between them was undeniable.
 
Each step toward her bedroom felt like a step toward something more complicated, something that might never be healed by just a simple apology or the soothing balm of time.
 
She felt the weight of everything between them as they moved together, silent, close, yet so far apart.
 
Her presence was overwhelming, all-encompassing, and yet, Ravi knew that he couldn’t, shouldn’t, let himself cross the line that had been drawn between them, a line built from his own mistakes.
 
“She’s hurt. She needs your care, not your desire. Don’t let her feel that... don’t let her see that.” The thought flitted through his mind, sharp as a blade, but it didn’t stop the deep ache building in his chest, or the way his body responded to her touch.

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[shailu4ever]

First off, I have to say a HUGE thank you for picking up the pace with the updates on this series. I really appreciate the consistent flow of new chapters... it’s such a treat to see the story evolving so quickly.

Your talent for wordplay continues to blow me away. The way you describe the setting, the characters’ emotions, and the tension between them is absolutely out of this world. I was particularly drawn to the scene with Priya and Ravi during the auto ride. The way you gradually built up their physical closeness, starting with those subtle touches and escalating to the slip-and-fall moment... was so perfectly executed. It felt incredibly intimate and real, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Honestly, this isn’t just one of the best stories I’ve read on this site, it’s THE best. The depth of connection between the characters, the pacing, and the way you bring everything to life is unmatched. I can’t thank you enough for sharing this incredible work with us.

I’m eagerly looking forward to more updates, hopefully frequent ones! Thank you again for your hard work and dedication to this story. I’m completely hooked!

Hi tting4tting4

Thank you so much for such kind and thoughtful feedback! Reading your words genuinely made my day. I’m thrilled that the pacing and emotional flow, especially the scene with Priya and Ravi in the auto, resonated with you. That moment was a careful balance to write, and knowing it felt real and intimate means a lot.
 
I’m also really glad you enjoy this kind of slow-burn, erotic storytelling. Not everyone does, many readers prefer faster, action-driven plots, and that’s perfectly fine. But in that pace, I think the sensitivity of romance often gets lost. For me, true intimacy lies in the feeling, the quiet tension of a shared glance, a brief touch, or a breath held too long. Those small, sensuous moments can carry more depth than any dramatic event. I love stories that embrace that kind of sensuousness, that explore the emotional undercurrents beneath every touch and word.
 
That’s why your message means so much, it tells me you see and appreciate the same quiet beauty I try to capture. Thank you again for your support and encouragement; it keeps me inspired to keep telling this story in the way that feels most honest.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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As they reached the doorway of her room, Ravi felt a surge of tenderness wash over him, mixed with something else, a quiet hunger, one he had tried to suppress for so long. This was the first time he was entering her bedroom, the first time he had crossed that threshold.

 
Until now, this had always been a space for Amit, a place of romance and memories that didn’t include him. The thought of her with him in this very room, on that same bed, lingered in his mind, a subtle sting in his chest.
 
But now, with Priya leaning into him, vulnerable and fragile, the room felt like a different world entirely.
 
The weight of her body against his, her soft breath in the small space between them, stirred something deeper within him. The same feelings of protectiveness flared up in him, but this time, they were mixed with something darker, something he couldn’t quite ignore.
 
The intimate vulnerability in her touch sent a pulse of heat through him, igniting a longing he had long buried.
 
He could feel the gentle arch of her neck as she tilted her head to the side, the curve of her cheek pressing against him. Her skin was so soft, so warm against his, and the temptation to press his lips to the delicate line beneath her ear was overwhelming. He had to fight it, forcing himself to stay composed.
 
As Ravi hovered near her, Priya’s heart raced. Her breath, shallow and uneven, betrayed the turmoil inside her. What was happening? She wanted him so close, wanted to melt into the warmth of his touch, to feel the strength of his arms around her again.
 
But was it right? After everything that had happened between them, the hurt, the distance they had created, could she let herself feel this?
 
Every time his body pressed against hers, every time his breath brushed against her skin, her mind spun in confusion. It was as though she was torn between the comfort he offered and the bitterness of their past.
 
The intimacy of his touch, the tenderness with which he helped her, it felt so right, but she couldn’t ignore the sharp pang of guilt in her chest.
 
The same bed, the same room, that had once been the space for Amit… could she really allow herself to feel this way about Ravi now?

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[shailu4ever]

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A shiver of desire ran through her as his fingers brushed the side of her waist, his palm lingering longer than necessary. Her body reacted instinctively, she leaned into him, her chest rising against his as she sought the comfort he was offering.
 
But then the doubts returned. He hurt me, she reminded herself. He chose someone else. And yet, here he was, touching her like he never had before, making her feel seen, desired, as though all the pain between them could somehow be erased in this moment.
 
Her pulse quickened as her mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. She could feel her body betraying her, craving him even as her heart warned her to pull away.
 
Could she trust him again? Was this just a moment of weakness on both their parts, a fleeting desire they would regret once the storm of emotions passed? Or was it something deeper? Was she, too, silently longing for the closeness, for the love that once existed between them, despite everything?
 
As Ravi continued to support her weight, his hand steady but his touch almost too intimate, Priya fought to keep control of herself. The warmth of his body against hers, the firmness of his arm around her waist, it was hard to remember why she should resist.
 
It felt so natural, so comforting, to be this close to him again, but she had to remind herself, this was the same man who had broken her trust. She had loved him once, but could she love him again? Could she let him back in without losing herself in the process?
 
Her breath hitched again, and this time, it wasn’t from the pain in her ankle. His fingers, brushing so gently along the curve of her waist, sent a tremor through her. Her body, helplessly, leaned into him, her chest pressing against his as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
 
But then, as quickly as the warmth flooded her, the weight of her resentment came rushing back. Don’t let him back in. Don’t let him hurt you again.
 
But Ravi was there, his presence so overwhelming, his touch so tender, that all her walls felt like they were crumbling away. She could feel the heat from his body seeping into hers, and the way his touch lingered on her skin made it impossible to think straight.
 
It was a war inside her, her body, craving him, her mind, screaming at her to push him away. She wanted him, but she was afraid of what that meant, of what it could lead to.

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[LovePookie]

wow soo tempting

[shailu4ever]

wow soo tempting

Hi LovePookie

Thank you for your compliments. I’m really glad you like these scenes. Your words truly encourage me to keep writing and adding more layers to the story. 

Please stay tuned… there’s a lot more to come.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[amol1]

Awesome ;⁠)

[shailu4ever]

Awesome ;⁠)

Hi Amol1

Thank you for your compliments.  I am glad you liked the scenes. 

The interaction between Priya and Ravi are going to get more intimate, please stay tuned. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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“Focus, Ravi. She needs help.” He reminded himself, but the reminder was weak against the pull of his desire for her. “She felt it too, didn’t she?” The undeniable tension between them, the subtle way her body leaned into him for support.
 
When they reached the doorway of her room, Ravi’s mind swirled with a new feeling, tenderness, yes, but also something darker, something he hadn’t wanted to admit. This was the first time he was stepping into her bedroom, the space that had never been theirs to share.
 
It had always been a place for Amit and Priya. And yet, here he was, holding her, feeling the warmth of her body, wondering if it was all too late to make things right. Though it felt wrong, but deep inside him, it is exciting him more. The fact that she is
 
As she leaned against him, so vulnerable, her breath still shallow from pain, Ravi’s protective instincts flared. But there was something else there too. The softness of her cheek pressed against him, the delicate arch of her neck, he wanted her.
 
He wanted to kiss her, to pull her into him and never let go.
 
The tension between them, thick and almost tangible, was so overwhelming that it was hard to think clearly.
 
Priya’s mind raced as she felt his body shift, his hand moving to her waist. His touch lingered there, just below the edge of her saree, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her waist. She froze, holding her breath, her heart skipping a beat.
 
The heat from his hand seeped into her waist, and for a moment, she let herself forget the pain in her ankle, the fear in her heart. But only for a moment. She couldn’t let herself forget everything that had happened between them.
 
“What is he doing?” The question echoed in her mind, but before she could answer it, the warmth of his touch, the feeling of his body against hers, drowned out all logic. She wanted this. She wanted him.
 
The closeness felt so familiar, so desperately needed. But then the weight of the past came crashing back, and she had to fight the overwhelming urge to melt into him.
 
As he carefully helped her towards the bed, every step seemed like it lasted forever. They were so close, yet still, there was that distance between them, an invisible line neither of them could cross.
 
He lowered her onto the edge of the bed, his hands lingering for a moment longer than necessary on her back, sending a rush of heat through her.
 
“You should lie down,” he murmured, standing before her, his voice thick with hesitation.
 
Priya’s breath caught again. She nodded, settling back onto the bed with a soft sigh. She tried to hide the pain on her face, but the vulnerability was evident.
 
She felt a twinge of regret, of doubt.
Could this truly be the right moment to let go of everything?
Should she pull back?
Or could she allow herself to lean into this, to let him in again?
 
She didn’t know.

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[shailu4ever]

The Darkness Within
 

“I’ll get something for that ankle,” Ravi murmured, his voice low, thick with emotion, barely more than a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest as he stood, looking around the room, unsure where to begin.
 
He had never been in here before, and the space, her space, felt too intimate, too personal. It was her sanctuary, the place she shared with someone else, someone he couldn’t escape from in his mind. The thought of it made his chest tighten, a mix of jealousy and desire swirling inside him.
 
Priya’s eyes followed him, and for the first time, he noticed the way she was watching him, her gaze soft, but laden with unspoken things. “Can she feel it? Can she sense what’s happening inside me?” He wasn’t sure if she could, but she gave a faint, almost imperceptible nod, guiding him to the small cupboard near the corner.
 
“The balm is in the drawer,” she said, her voice quiet, but it seemed to echo through the room, thickening the air around them. He moved toward the drawer, the sensation of her eyes on him making his pulse spike.
 
There was something about being here in her bedroom, about touching things she touched, breathing the air she breathed, that made everything feel... too real, too close.
 
As he opened the drawer, his fingers brushed against the smooth wood, but he could hardly focus on the task. All he could think about was the warmth of her body just a few feet away, the way she had leaned into him earlier, the softness of her skin against his.
 
His breath hitched as he found the balm, the cool container somehow even more intimate than the room itself. The act of retrieving it felt like an excuse to stay close to her, to linger in this moment.
 
He closed the drawer, his mind racing as he turned toward the bed. “I don’t have to sit on her bed. I could kneel next to it, or bend down, and apply the balm that way. It’s not necessary to sit there.” But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew.
 
He knew it was a choice he wanted to make. And somewhere deep inside, Priya seemed to want it too. The very idea of it was tempting, a line he wasn’t sure he should cross, but one he was drawn to.

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[shailu4ever]

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As he moved closer to the bed, the decision became more and more impossible to resist. He could feel the weight of the room, the temptation in the air. This was her bed, Priya Didi’s bed. The place where she slept, where she had shared herself with Amit.
 
It was sacred. Yet sitting on it felt strangely natural. His body longed for it, and it was almost as if the space between them would shrink, would become more real, if he did.
 
“Amit is her husband,” his mind whispered, “This is where they shared their life, their love, their intimacy. This is where they were close. And yet, here I am in their bedroom.  She is in the bed sleeping and waiting for me (even though for me to apply the balm). So close, sitting here, on their bed. Why does it feel so tempting?” The thought of Amit, his best friend, somehow made the desire inside him burn even brighter.
 
Priya was his wife, here she is in their bed, and here he was, feeling drawn to her in a way he shouldn’t, even more so because of who she belonged to. It was a forbidden line, and Ravi could barely hold himself back.
 
“What am I doing? I’m betraying Amit, betraying everything I’ve ever stood for. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be feeling this way. And yet... every part of me wants her. Wants this.” The darkness in Ravi’s heart grew heavier with every passing second.
 
He felt like a man torn between his loyalty to his best friend and the raw desire to claim something that wasn’t his. Every inch of this bed, every moment spent in Priya’s presence, felt like a stolen sin he couldn’t resist.
 
“I want to feel her, feel the softness of her skin beneath me, hear her breath quicken, see her eyes lose control. I want to make her forget he’s ever been here, to erase the memory of Amit, to make her mine. Even if only for this moment.” The thought struck him like a wave, drowning any remaining doubts. The darkness deep inside him is taking him over.
 
His inner conflict deepened, the darkness closing in, but the temptation was too strong. The impulse to sit, to get closer, was now an urgent need that he couldn’t suppress. He reached out, but the act of lowering himself onto the bed was a step too far, even for him.

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[shailu4ever]

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“I can’t sit here,” he thought. “Not really.” But then, his hand tightened around the balm, and he took another step. And then, as though to defy that inner warning, he sat. He sat on her bed.
 
The moment his weight pressed into the soft sheets, it felt like the room shifted. The proximity, the tension, everything felt more intense.
 
Her bed.
 
He could sense the history of it, the echo of Amit’s presence there. But here he was, sitting on it, just inches away from Priya. It felt wrong in the best possible way. He wasn’t sure what had led him to this point, but it was like a small, reckless leap, a choice he couldn't take back.
 
Priya’s foot rested gently in his lap, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her soft skin pressed into him. The curve of her ankle, the delicate arch of her foot, it was as if the very air between them was thickening, blurring the lines between caring for her and wanting something more.
 
“Don’t make this about you, Ravi,” his mind whispered, but his body didn’t listen.
 
He could feel the way his fingers trembled slightly as he unapologetically touched her skin, brushing against her soft calf as he gently applied the balm.
 
The warmth of her skin against his was intoxicating, too intimate, too close for comfort. The sensation felt like an invasion, but at the same time, it felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
 
His fingers, trembling as they worked, barely grazed the sensitive skin of her leg. Every movement, every touch, sent a shock through him, making his chest tighten with something he couldn’t name.
 
He wasn’t just treating her injury; he was memorizing the feel of her, the warmth of her skin beneath his touch, the pulse of life beneath her delicate surface. Each stroke of his fingers over her calf, so gentle and soft, felt like he was peeling back layers of himself, layers of her.
 
The smell of the balm, faintly medicinal, hung in the air, but all Ravi could focus on was the scent of her, that sweet, intoxicating perfume that seemed to linger on her skin.
 
Her warmth, the soft, smooth surface of her skin, it was more than just physical. It felt like something deeper, something that was drawing them closer than they had ever been before.

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[shailu4ever]

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The moment felt suspended in time, as he lowered his hands to her foot, feeling the delicate arch, his fingers tracing the lines of her toes. His touch was careful, as though he feared breaking something, something fragile, something beautiful.
 
But his mind, his body, wanted more. His palm, gentle and reverent, pressed against the soft curve of her foot, his fingers brushing lightly over her ankle, lingering a moment longer than necessary.
 
As he carefully applied the balm, his fingers accidentally brushed against the skin of her inner calf, and a soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Her skin was hot under his fingers, smooth, and sensitive, and he felt his breath quicken at the electric jolt that ran through him.
 
He could feel her pulse under his touch, and it only made the tension between them more palpable. It was a tenderness that bordered on desire, a line that both of them were standing too close to.
 
His chest tightened, his breath uneven as he tried to push aside the growing need inside him, but it was impossible. The way her foot felt in his lap, the warmth of her skin, it was too much to ignore.
 
The balm was doing little to ease the ache in his chest, or the tightness in his jeans. Every touch seemed to ignite something inside him, something raw and desperate.
 
His hands shook as he continued to apply the balm, but his mind was elsewhere, caught between wanting to help her, to comfort her, and wanting to pull her closer, to feel her body pressed against his in a way he hadn’t let himself feel in so long.
 
Priya's breath came in soft, shallow gasps, and the way her body responded to his touch made it almost impossible to keep his distance. The vulnerability in her eyes, the trust she had in him, stirred something inside him that he could no longer ignore.
 
He was no longer just the man helping her; he was the man who needed her, who longed for her.
 
He was doing the right thing, he reminded himself. He was helping her, being the friend she needed. But the truth was, he wanted more.
 
Her skin was so soft under his touch, so inviting, and for a moment, he let himself linger. The very proximity was almost unbearable.
 
Ravi’s breath quickened. He had never been this close to her, so intimately close, not like this. The weight of the moment crushed him, and for a second, he froze, caught between caring for her and wanting to kiss her, pull her into his arms, erase the distance between them.
 
But he couldn’t. Not yet.

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